18. A maiden never bold Of spirit, so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at itself. _Othello._ 19. She saith not once _nay_ when thou sayest _yea_; "Do this," saith he. "All ready, sir," saith she. CHAUCER. 20. Every thought and feeling throw Their shadows o'er her face, And so are every thought and feeling join'd, 'Twere hard to answer whether heart or mind Of either were the native place. WASHINGTON ALLSTON. 21. She speaks, Yet she says nothing! _Romeo and Juliet._ 22. She will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, when thou art disposed to be merry; and will laugh like a hyena, when thou art disposed to sleep. _As You Like It._ 23. Though on pleasure she is bent, She has a frugal mind. GOLDSMITH. 24. Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn: Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed. _Merchant of Venice._ 25. Mind is her best gift, and poetry her world; And she will see strange beauty in a flower, As by a subtle vision. WILLIS. 26. A being of sudden smiles and tears, Passionate visions, quick light and shade. HEMANS. 27. Little she speaks, but dear attentions From her will ceaseless rise; She checks our wants with kind preventions, And lulls the children's cries. DR. GILMAN. 28. Oh when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school, And though she be but little, she is fierce. _Midsummer Night's Dream._ 29. Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes. COWPER. 30. She has an earnest intellect, a perfect thirst of mind, A heart by elevated thoughts and poetry refined. WILLIS. 31. A timid grace sits trembling in her eye, Speaking most plain the thoughts which do possess Her gentle sprite,--peace, and meek quietness, And innocent love, and maiden purity. CHARLES LAMB. 32. She hath more hair than wit, More faults than hairs, And more wealth than faults. _Two Gentlemen of Verona._ 33. Her soul is more than half divine, Where, through some shades of earthly feeling, Religion's soften'd glories shine, Like light through summer foliage stealing. MOORE. 34. She will turn from a love-breathing seraph away, If he come not apparell'd in purple and gold. MRS. OSGOOD.