Her Judgment sure, impartial, and refin'd,
With Wit that's clear, and penetrating join'd,
O'er all the Efforts of her Mind presides,
And to the noblest End her Labours guides:
She knows the best, and does the best pursue,
And treads the Maze of Life without a Clew;
That the weak only and the wav'ring lack,
When they're mistaken, to conduct 'em back:
She does amidst ten Thousand Ways prefer
The right, as if not capable to err.