The most beautiful may be the most admired and caressed, but they are not always the most esteemed and loved. Oh, richly fell the flaxen hair Over the maiden's shoulders fair; Her tender eyes were mild and bright, Shone like an iris through a storm. Dr. Mackay. 'Tis woman's whole existence. Byron. Man is the creature of interest and ambition. His nature leads him forth into the struggle and bustle of the world. Love is but the establishment of his early life, or a song piped in the intervals of the acts. He seeks for fame, for fortune, for space in the world's thought, and dominion over his fellow-men. But a woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world; it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures. She sends forth her sympathies on adventure; she embarks her whole soul in the traffic of affection, and if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless, for it is a bankruptcy of the heart. Irving. The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love; Bailey's "Festus." 39 Thou hast lost the love of a faithful heart, Things whose deep worth we value not Mrs. S. P. Smith. A man of sense may love like a madman, but never like a fool. La Rochefoucauld. Persons in the higher ranks of society, so exposed to ennui, are either rendered totally incapable of real love, or they love far more intensely than those in a lower station. 'Tis better to have loved and lost, Bulwer. Tennyson. Affection never was wasted. Talk not of wasted affection! refreshing. That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. Longfellow. The heart, like a tendril accustomed to cling, Moore. The greatest miracle of love is the cure of coquetry. La Rochefoucauld. |