Would you to him present the naked mind?
If it were clear as crystal, yet it checks
One’s joy to think that he may fancy specks;
And now, in five long years, we scarcely know
How the mind gets them, and how large they grow.
Let woman be as rigid as a nun,
She cannot censures and surmises shun.
Wonder not, then, at tales that Scandal tells—
Your father’s rooms were not like sisters’ cells;
Nor pious monks came there, nor prosing friars, 30