This golden head has wit in it. I live br Again, and a far higher life, near her. br Some women like a young philosopher; br Perchance because he is diminutive. br For woman's manly god must not exceed br Proportions of the natural nursing size. br Great poets and great sages draw no prize br With women: but the little lap-dog breed, br Who can be hugged, or on a mantel-piece br Perched up for adoration, these obtain br Her homage. And of this we men are vain? br Of this! 'Tis ordered for the world's increase br Small flattery! Yet she has that rare gift br To beauty, Common Sense. I am approved. br It is not half so nice as being loved, br And yet I do prefer it.