A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.
How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.
Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
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