E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To

Sometimes Virtue Starves While Vice Is Fed.

Devotion's Self Shall Steal A Thought From Heaven.

She Went From Opera, Park, Assembly, Play, To Morning Walks, And Prayers Three Hours A Day. To Part Her Time 'twixt Reading And Bohea, To Muse, And Spill Her Solitary Tea, Or O'er Cold Coffee Trifle With The Spoon, Count The Slow Clock, And Dine Exact At Noon.

The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me To See, And Ajax Asks No More.

All Other Goods By Fortune's Hand Are Given, A Wife Is The Peculiar Gift Of Heaven.