Form’d shining borders for the larkspurs’ bed;
There lived a Lady, wise, austere, and nice,
Who show’d her virtue by her scorn of vice;
In the dear fashions of her youth she dress’d,
A pea-green Joseph was her favourite vest;
Erect she stood, she walk’d with stately mien,
Tight was her length of stays, and she was tall and lean.
There long she lived in maiden-state immured,
From looks of love and treacherous man secured;
Though evil fame - (but that was long before)