The lazy vagrants in her presence shook,
And pregnant damsels fear’d her stern rebuke;
She look’d on want with judgment clear and cool,
And felt with reason and bestow’d by rule;
She match’d both sons and daughters to her mind,
And lent them eyes, for Love, she heard, was blind;
Yet ceaseless still she throve, alert, alive,
The working bee, in full or empty hive;
Busy and careful, like that working bee,
No time for love nor tender cares had she;