’Mid cares domestic, - they nor sew nor knit;
But of their fate discourse, their ways, their wars,
With arm’d authorities, their ’scapes and scars:
These lead to present evils, and a cup,
If fortune grant it, winds description up.
High hung at either end, and next the wall,
Two ancient mirrors show the forms of all,
In all their force; - these aid them in their dress,
But with the good, the evils too express,
Doubling each look of care, each token of distress.