Written at Fourteen Years of Age.

Where lovely Goddess dost thou dwell? 
    In what remote and silent Shade? 
Within what Cave or lonely Cell? 
    With what old Hermit, or unpractis'd Maid? 
In vain I've sought thee all around; 
    But thy unfashionable Sound 
    In Crowds was never heard, 
Nor ever has thy form in Court or Town appear'd. 

    The Sanctuary is not safe to thee, 
    Chas'd thence by endless Mystery; 
Thy own Professors chase thee thence 
And wage eternal War, with thee, and sense, 
Then in perplexing comments lost 
Even when they would be thought to show thee most. 

    Most Beautiful when most distress'd, 
    Descend my Goddess, to my Breast; 
    There thou may'st reign, unrivall'd and alone, 
My thoughts thy Subjects, and my Heart thy Throne.