Frailty

"Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell Draw we here a parallel. She, like thee, was forced to bear All reflections, foul or fair. Thou art deep and bright within,— Depths as bright belong'd to Gwynne; Thou art very frail as well, Frail as flesh is,—so was Nell."

"This is the porcelain clay of human kind."

"Unthought-of Frailties cheat us in the Wise."

"Frailty, thy name is woman!"

"Sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency."

"Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we; For, such as we are made of, such we be."