Nicholas Rowe on Women

“Beshrew my heart, but it is wond’rous strange; Sure there is something more than witchcraft in them, That masters ev’n the wisest of us all.”

“Women, like summer storms, awhile are cloudy, Burst out in thunder and impetuous showers: But straight the sun of beauty dawns abroad, And all the fair horizon is serene.”

“And one false step entirely damns her fame. In vain with tears the loss she may deplore, In vain look back on what she was before; She sets like stars that fall, to rise no more.”