Anna Seward

To what derision should I be exposed from a thousand quarters!- An unlearned female entering the lists of criticism against the mighty Johnson!

Let me be content with being happy, without sighing that I am not distinguished.

Suffer not thy wrongs to shroud thy fate, But turn, my soul, to blessings which remain.

Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.

A masculine education cannot spare from professional study and the necessary acquisition of languages, the time and attention which I have bestowed on the compositions of my countrymen.