She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Ibid, She Walks in Beauty.
Woman, with a mischief of their kind,
Pervert, with bad advice, our better mind.
A woman's counsel brought us first to woe,
And made her man his paradise forego,
Where at heart's ease he lived, and might have been
As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
For what the devil had their sex to do,
That, born to folly, they presumed to know,
And could not see the serpent in the grass
But I myself presume, and let it pass.
Dryden, Cock and the Fox.
Soft as the memory of buried love,
Pure, as the prayer which childhood wasts above.
Ibid, The Bride of Abydos.