"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: