Had our first parent known but to controul, And guide, like you, the passion of the soul; In vain had Satan all his arts essay'd, Virtues, like yours, wou'd scorn to be betray'd, Then no such thoughts had Milton's breast inspir'd, Nor you, nor I, his tender lines admir'd: Then learn from hence this female vice to shun Search not too far, by this was Eve undone.
