Or so unprincipled in virtue’s book,
And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever,
As that the single want of light and noise
(Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) 370
Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts,
And put them into misbecoming plight.
[Virtue could see to do what Virtue would]
[By her own radiant light, though sun and moon]
[Were in the flat sea sunk.] And Wisdom’s self 375
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,