Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How

Beauty Is Nature's Brag, And Must Be Shown In Courts, At Feasts, And High Solemnities, Where Most May Wonder At The Workmanship.

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.

Meanwhile The Adversary Of God And Man, Satan With Thoughts Inflamed Of Highest Design, Puts On Swift Wings, And Towards The Gates Of Hell Explores His Solitary Flight.

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.

Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint.