But all was done to make you good and wise.
’Twas, sure, the force of Nature! that was all,
Which thus could make your dignities to fall.
Had you been brought up in some foreign land,
Where sacred monast’ries around expand,
Such slipp’ry tricks you surely ne’er had done,
Each in her mind, no doubt, had been a Nun.
Of that I doubt, from stories I have heard,
And one I’ve ready for you now prepar’d.
A tender Virgin, by her Parents will,