A perfect woman, nobly planned,To warn, to comfort, and command;And yet a Spirit still, and brightWith something of angelic light.

There is a comfort in the strength of love;'T will make a thing endurable, which elseWould overset the brain, or break the heart. . . .

Give unto me, made lowly wise,/ The spirit of self-sacrifice.

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.

The average woman can gain some comfort knowing that both these things that are going on are important.

So he carried me away in the spirit into the wilderness: and I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet coloured beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns.