My bosom all thy image shall retain,

The full impression there shall still remain:

As thou hast taught my kinder heart to prove

The noblest height, and elegance of love;

That sacred passion I to thee confine,

My spotless faith shall be for ever thine.

54. To a Friend who Persuades me to Leave the Muse

Forgo the charming Muses! No, in spite

Of your ill-natur’d prophecy I’ll write;

And for the future paint my thoughts at large,