I Have More Zeal Than Wit.

To Balance Fortune By A Just Expense, Join With Economy, Magnificence.

Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

To What Base Ends, And By What Abject Ways, Are Mortals Urg'd Through Sacred Lust Of Praise!

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.

Now Warm In Love, Now With'ring In My Bloom Lost In A Convent's Solitary Gloom!