Then the highest and holiest part of our nature has a bashfulness of its own.
It is a heavenly stranger, and easily shamed.

A nimble-tongued, skilful woman can so easily show the ridiculous side of what seemed heroism; and what is called common-sense, so generally, is only some neatly put phase of selfishness.

Poor John needed the angel at his elbow, to give him the caution which he is represented as giving to Father Adam:-- "What transports thee so?
An outside ?--fair, no doubt, and worthy well Thy cherishing, thy honor, and thy love, Not thy subjection.

Weigh her with thyself, Then value.

Oft-times nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Well managed: of that skill the more them knowest, The more she will acknowledge thee her head, And to realities yield all her shows." But John had no angel at his elbow.