Yet hath She then a quick and active Wit,
If She had stuff and tools to work withal.
For, give her organs fit, and objects fair,
Give but the aged man, the young man's sense:
Let but Medea, Æson's youth repair,
And straight She shews her wonted excellence.
As a good harper, stricken far in years,
Into whose cunning hands, the gout is fall:
All his old crotchets, in his brain he bears,
But on his harp, plays ill, or not at all.