‘You must be mad!—Pray tell me, Are you well?
‘Your understanding must be gone astray;
‘I’ll call the Doctor to you.—Well-a-day!’
The Nun persisted that her mind was right,
That she was in her perfect senses quite;
And Nature, in her wishes, still prevail’d.
Love fill’d her thoughts—and that was all that ail’d.
Again the pious Abbess strove, in vain,
Her wicked wants and wishes to explain;
Bid her take pattern by her sister Prue,