Chaste To Her Husband, Frank

Learn Of The Little Nautilus To Sail, Spread The Thin Oar, And Catch The Driving Gale.

Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.

What Conscience Dictates To Be Done, Or Warns Me Not To Do; This Teach Me More Than Hell To Shun, That More Than Heav'n Pursue.