Cavil you may, but never criticise.
Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
So upright Quakers please both man and God.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.