Then sternness she assumed, and - “Doctor, tell;
Thy words cannot alarm me - am I well?”
“Thou art,” said he; “and yet thy dress so light,
I do conceive, some danger must excite:”
“In whom?” said Sybil, with a look demure:
“In more,” said he, “than I expect to cure; -
I, in thy light luxuriant robe behold
Want and excess, abounding and yet cold;
Here needed, there display’d, in many a wanton fold;
Both health and beauty, learned authors show,