And Not A Vanity Is

If Faith Itself Has Different Dresses Worn, What Wonder Modes In Wit Should Take Their Turn?

To Rest, The Cushion And Soft Dean Invite, Who Never Mentions Hell To Ears Polite.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

The Physician, By The Study And Inspection Of Urine And Ordure, Approves Himself In The Science; And In Like Sort Should Our Author Accustom And Exercise His Imagination Upon The Dregs Of Nature.

Now Warm In Love, Now With'ring In My Bloom Lost In A Convent's Solitary Gloom!