But soon Philosophy came to my aid,
And whispered, “Think of every sacred tie!”
“I will, my dear Philosophy!” I said,
“But then her teeth, and then, oh, Heaven! her eye!
I’ll just inquire if she be wife or maid,
Or neither—out of curiosity.”
“Stop!” cried Philosophy, with air so Grecian,
(Though she was masqued then as a fair Venetian;)