“It was her choice” - it surely was her fate;
And much it pleased her in the train to view
A maiden vot’ress, wise and lovely too.
Time to the yielding mind his change imparts,
He varies notions, and he alters hearts;
’Tis right, ’tis just to feel contempt for vice,
But he that shows it may be over-nice:
There are who feel, when young, the false sublime,
And proudly love to show disdain for crime;
To whom the future will new thoughts supply,