rom the town to wholesome country air; Just when she learns to roll a melting eye, And hear a spark, yet think no danger high; From the dear man unwilling the mulf fever, Yet takes one kiss before the parts for ever; Thus from the world fair Zephyrinda flew, Saw others happy, and with sighs withdrew: Not that their pleasures caus'd her discontent; She sigh'd, not that they stay'd, but that she went. She went, to plain-work, and to purling brooks, Old-fashion'd halls, dull aunts, and croaking rooks; She went from op'ra, park, assembly, play, To morning-walks, and pray'r's three hours a-day; To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon,