Does many mischievous Effects produce,
My House, shou’d no such rude Disorders know,
As from high Drinking consequently flow,
Nor wou’d I use what was so kindly giv’n,
To the Dishonour of Indulgent Heav’n. 
If any Neighbour came he shou’d be free, }
Us’d with Respect, and not uneasy be, }
In my Retreat, or to himself or me. }
What Freedom, Prudence, and Right Reason give,
All Men may with impunity receive;
But the least swerving from their Rules too much,
For what’s forbiden us, ’tis Death to touch. 
That Life might be more comfortable yet,
And all my Joys refin’d, sincere and great,
I’d chuse too Friends, whose Company wou’d be
A great Advance to my Felicity. 
Well born, of Humours suited to my own
Discreet and Men as well as Books have known. 
Brave, Gen’rous, Witty, and exactly free
From loose Behaviour, or Formality. 
Airy and Prudent, Merry, but not Light,
Quick in discerning, and in Judging, Right;
Secret they shou’d, be faithful to their Trust,
In Reasoning Cool, Strong, Temperate and just. 
Obliging, Open, without Huffing, Brave;
Brisk in gay talking, and in sober Grave. 
Close in dispute, but not tenacious, try’d
By solid Reason, and let that decide;
Not prone to Lust, Revenge, or envious Hate;
Nor busy Medlers with Intrigues of State. 
Strangers to Slander, and sworn Foes to spight,
Not Quarrelsom, but Stout enough to Fight: 
Loyal and Pious, Friends to Caesar true
As dying Martyrs to their Maker too. 
In their Society I cou’d not miss,
A permanent, sincere, substaintial Bliss.

Wou’d bounteous Heaven once more indulge, I’d chuse,
(For, who wou’d so much satisfaction lose,
As Witty Nymphs in Conversation give)
Near some obliging modest-fair to live;
For there’s that sweetness in a female Mind,
Which in a Man’s we cannot find;
That by a secret, but a pow’rful Art, }
Winds up the Spring of Life, and do’s impart }
Fresh Vital Heat to the transported Heart, }
I’d have her Reason, and her Passions sway,
Easy in Company, in private Gay. 
Coy to a Fop, to the deserving free,
Still Constant to her self, and Just to me. 
A soul she shou’d have for great Actions fit,
Prudence, and Wisdom to direct her Wit. 
Courage to look bold danger in the Face,
No Fear, but only to be Proud, or Base: 
Quick to advise by an Emergence prest,
To give good Counsel, or to take the best. 
I’d have th’ Expression of her Thoughts be such,
She might not seem Reserv’d, nor talk too much;
That shows a want of Judgment, and of Sense;
More than enough is but Impertinence. 
Her Conduct Regular, her Mirth refind,
Civil to Strangers, to her Neighbours kind. 
Averse to Vanity, Revenge and Pride;
In all the Methods of Deceit untry’d: 
So faithful to her Friend, and good to all,
No Censure might upon her Actions fall
Then wou’d even Envy be compell’d to say,
She goes the least of Woman kind astray.