46. Just like a snail through life's dull path you creep, Your whole existence but a waking sleep. R. M. CHARLTON. 47. Your nature is, That you incline to hope rather than fear, And gladly banish squint suspicion. MILTON--_Comus._ 48. A right tender heart, Melting and easy, yielding to impression, And catching the soft flame from each new beauty. ROWE--_Jane Shore._ 49. The ruby lip, the sparkling eye, All unavailing prove; Wandering from fair to fair you fly, But will not learn to love. DR. S. H. DICKSON. 50. Never credit me, if I don't think thee more stupid, yea, more obtusely, intensely, and impenetrably thick-skulled, than ever man or woman was before thee. FANNY KEMBLE--_Star of Seville._ 51. Some deem you are a surly man, But _they_ know not your griefs and fears, How you have been beloved by one, Whose image lies "too deep for tears." THOMAS MILLER. 52. One charm, We in your graceful character observe; That though your passions burn with high impatience, And sometimes, from a noble heat of nature, Are ready to fly off, yet the least check Of ruling reason brings them back to temper, And gentle softness. THOMSON--_Tancred and Sigismunda._ 53. You are the fellow at the chimney corner, Who keeps the fire alive that warms us all. FANNY KEMBLE. 54. You love, and would be loved again; Do but confess it;--you possess a soul, That what it wishes, wishes ardently. You would believe you hated, had you power To love with moderation HILL--_Zara_. 55. A soul Too great, too just, too noble to be happy. CIBBER--_Zimena_. 56. Though straiter bounds your fortune does confine, In your large heart is found a wealthy mine WALLER. 57. Your heart has settled in a sea of pride, Till every part is cold and petrified. MISS H. F. GOULD. 58. Your mirth is the pure spirits of various wit, Yet never doth your God or friends forget; And when deep talk and wisdom come in view, Retires, and gives to them their due COWLEY. 59. You are young, and of That mould which throws out heroes; fair in favor, And doubtlessly, with such a form and heart, Would look into the fiery eyes of war. BYRON--_Werner_. 60. Calm as evening skies Is your pure mind, and lighted up with hopes That open heaven. THOMSON--_Tancred and Sigismunda_. WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER? LADY.