I In My Own House Am An

Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think Crows Beautiful.

Thou Art Figured Blind, And Yet We Borrow Our Best Sight From Thee.

A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is Still A Diamond, And Sparkles In Purest Gold.

Virgin Me No Virgins! I Must Have You Lose That Name, Or You Lose Me.

Greatness, With Private Men Esteem'd A Blessing, Is To Me A Curse; And We, Whom, For Our High Births, They Conclude The Happy Freemen, Are The Only Slaves. Happy The Golden Mean!