Take life itself, dear as it is, away,
Rather than guilty thus the guileless soul betray.
Years pass away - let us suppose them past,
Th’ accomplish’d nymph for freedom looks at last;
All hardships over, which a school contains,
The spirit’s bondage and the body’s pains;
Where teachers make the heartless, trembling set
Of pupils suffer for their own regret;
Where winter’s cold, attack’d by one poor fire,
Chills the fair child, commanded to retire;