Though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. - William Cowper

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.

Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng: With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes; Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass, And Heaven reflected in her face.

Transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.