I Know A Thing That's Most Uncommon; (Envy, Be Silent And Attend!) I Know A Reasonable Woman, Handsome And Witty, Yet A Friend. Not Warp'D By Passion, Awed By Rumour; Not Grave Through Pride, Nor Gay Through Folly; An Equal Mixture Of Good-Humour And Sensible Soft Melancholy. 'Has She No Faults Then (Envy Says), Sir?' Yes, She Has One, I Must Aver: When All The World Conspires To Praise Her, The Woman'S Deaf, And Does Not Hear.