Than Locke and Newton fairly could declare.
That the Moon shone on the Assembly night,
Was all she thought or car’d about her Light.
The Seasons came, and she explain’d with Ease
What was in Season both on Land and Seas;
She play’d at Whist with such surprising Skill, 540
That many censur’d her for playing ill;
But this was error; she disdain’d to cheat,
When she could lawfully and fairly beat;
Beside, she felt a Scruple to the Deed,