In Argument With Men A Woman Ever

Ease Would Recant Vows Made In Pain, As Violent And Void.

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

What Can 'scape The Eye Of God, All-seeing, Or Deceive His Heart. Omniscient!

Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye, While The Bee With Honied Thigh, That At Her Flowery Work Doth Sing, And The Waters Murmuring With Such Consort As They Keep, Entice The Dewy-feathered Sleep.

Virtue That Wavers Is Not Virtue, But Vice Revolted From Itself, And After A While Returning. The Actions Of Just And Pious Men Do Not Darken In Their Middle Course.