Whence hapless youth would date their Doom:
Is this her praise, is this her Due,
“Whom all admire, esteem, approve?
And, if you say the Charge is true,
“Is it her Crime, if Men will love?
If they will gaze where Bullets fly,
No wonder they are struck and die.”
Not so the Muse the Murd’ress reads;
Alas! she glories in her Deeds. 10
Observe her Looks, remark her Air: