That from its bower of bliss
Looks down, yet gathers not a stain
From aught it sees in this.
Mrs. Welby.
40. She in pleasant purpose doth abound,
And greatly joyeth merry tales to feign.
Spenser.
41. Early and late, at her soul's gate,
Sits Chastity in warder wise;
No thought unchallenged, small or great,