The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is

Deep Vers'd In Books, And Shallow In Himself.

So Dear To Heaven Is Saintly Chastity, That, When A Soul Is Found Sincerely So, A Thousand Liveried Angels Lacky Her, Driving Far Off Each Thing Of Sin And Guilt.

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.

The Olive Grove Of Academe, Plato's Retirement, Where The Attic Bird Trills Her Thick-warbled Notes The Summer Long.