And Modesty my words convey:
Soft Innocence protect my sleep,
And Charity my purse shall keep.
Thus thro’ this wilderness I’ll stray,
Nor ever fear to lose my way:
The Sages I sometimes will see,
Be sometimes with the Muses free.
With guiltless Mirth an hour beguile,
Or with free-spoken Satire smile.
With Meditation often walk,