"While what I write I do not see,
I dare thus ev'n to you write Poetry.
Ah! foolish Muse! thou dost so high aspire,
And knows't her judgment well,
How much it does thy Pow'r excel;
Yet dar'st be read by thy just Doom the Fire."—Cowley.
(Written in Juice of Lemon.)
But in some of these stanzas the rhymes follow one another; as,
"Take heed, take heed, thou lovely Maid,
Nor be by glitt'ring Ills betray'd: