Books, useless lumber, yet in embryo slept,
No Damon rav'd in rhime, no Delia wept;
Nor had, nor needed they the casuist's page,
Plain were the duties of that simpler age:
For Nature, best of mothers, pleas'd to teach
Virtues no modern theorist can reach;
With characters indelible, on high
Blazon'd her system of Equality.