C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | Spleen |
| | Hail, wayward Queen! |
| Who rule the sex to fifty from fifteen; |
| Parent of vapors, and of female wit, |
| Who give the hysteric, or poetic fit, |
| On various tempers act by various ways, |
| Make some take physic, others scribble plays: |
| Who cause the proud their visits to delay, |
| And send the godly in a pet to pray. |
Pope. | 1 |
| The spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns; |
| The lowring eye, the petulance, the frown, |
| And sullen sadness, that oershade, distort, |
| And mar the face of beauty, when no cause |
| For such immeasurable woe appears; |
| These Flora banishes, and gives the fair |
| Sweet smiles, and bloom less transient than her own. |
Cowper. | 2 | |
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