for the natural man is roused At fools who first do wrong then pour the blame Of their wrong-doing, Satan-like, on Job. - Robert Browning

This it is to have to do
With honest hearts: they easily may err,
But in the main they wish well to the truth.

"My friend is not "mistrustful" of me, no, because she don't fear I shall make mainprize of the stray cloaks & umbrellas down-stairs, or turn an article for "Colburn's" on her sayings & doings up-stairs — but, spite of that, she does mistrust . . . so mistrust my common sense; nay, uncommon and dramatic-poet's sense, if I am put on asserting it! — all which pieces of mistrust I could detect, and catch struggling, and pin to death in a moment, and put a label on, with name, genus & species, just like a horrible entomologist; only I wo'n't, because the first visit of the North wind will carry the whole tribe into the Red Sea — and those horns and tails and scalewings are best forgotten altogether."

Who was a queen and loved a poet once
Humpbacked, a dwarf? ah, women can do that!