Samuel Taylor Coleridge on Maiden

“A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.”

“Though friendships differ endless in degree, The sorts, methinks, may be reduced to three. Acquaintance many, and Conquaintance few, But for Inquaintance I know only two — The friend I've wept and the maid I woo.”