(Some Princess had it, or was said to have;)
And then once more on all her stores look round,
And draw a sigh so piteous and profound,
That told, “Alas! how hard from these to part,
And for new hopes and habits form the heart!
What shall I do (she cried,) my peace of mind
To gain in dying, and to die resign’d?”
“Hear,” we return’d; - “these baubles cast aside,
Nor give thy God a rival in thy pride;
Thy closets shut, and ope thy kitchen’s door;