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.

Soft as the memory of buried love,
Pure, as the prayer which childhood wafts above.
IBID, The Bride of Abydos.

Her air, her manners, all who saw admired;
Courteous, though coy, and gentle, though retired;
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd
And ease of heart her every look convey'd
CRABBE, Parish Register.

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.