I'd have her Reason all her Passions sway;
Easy in Company, in private gay:
Coy to a Fop, to the deserving free,
Still constant to her self, and just to me.
A Soul she should have, for great Actions fit;
Prudence, and Wisdom to direct her Wit:
Courage to look bold Danger in the Face,
No Fear, but only to be proud, or base:
Quick to advise, by an Emergence prest,
To give good Counsel, or to take the best.
I'd have th' Expression of her Thoughts be such,
She might not seem reserv'd, nor talk too much;
That shews a want of Judgment and of Sense:
More than enough is but Impertinence.
Her Conduct Regular, her Mirth Refin'd,
Civil to Strangers, to her Neighbours kind.
Averse to Vanity, Revenge, and Pride,
In all the Methods of Deceit untry'd.
So faithful to her Friend, and good to all,
No Censure might upon her Actions fall:
Then would e'en Envy be compell'd to say,
She goes the least of Woman-kind astray.