To his sad duty his sound mind apply,
And, vex’d in spirit, throw his pleasures by.
Turn we to Schools which more than these afford -
The sound instruction and the wholesome board;
And first our School for Ladies; - pity calls
For one soft sigh, when we behold these walls,
Placed near the town, and where, from window high,
The fair, confined, may our free crowds espy,
With many a stranger gazing up and down,
And all the envied tumult of the town;