Example often proves of sov’reign use;
At other times it cherishes abuse;
’Tis not my purpose, howsoe’er, to tell
Which of the two I fancy to excel. 
Some will conceive the Abbess acted right,
While others think her conduct very light
Be that as ’twill, her actions right or wrong,
I’ll freely give a license to my tongue,
Or pen, at all events, and clearly show,
By what some nuns were led to undergo,
That flocks are equally of flesh and blood,
And, if one passes, hundreds stem the flood,
To follow up the course the first has run,
And imitate what t’other has begun. 
When Agnes passed, another sister came,
And ev’ry nun desired to do the same;
At length the guardian of the flock appeared,
And likewise passed, though much at first she feared. 
The tale is this, we purpose to relate;
And full particulars we now will state.

          AnAbbess once a certain illness had,
          Chlorosis named, which oft proves very bad,
          Destroys the rose that decorates the cheek,
          And renders females languid, pale, and weak. 
          Our lady’s face was like a saint’s in Lent: 
          Quite wan, though otherwise it marked content. 
          The faculty, consulted on her case,
          And who the dire disorder’s source would trace,
          At length pronounced slow fever must succeed,
          And death inevitably be decreed,
          Unless;—­but this unless is very strange
          Unless indeed she some way could arrange;
          To gratify her wish, which seemed to vex,
          And converse be allowed with t’other sex: 
          Hippocrates, howe’er, more plainly speaks,
          No circumlocutory phrase he seeks.

          O Jesus! quite abashed the Abbess cried;
          What is it?—­fy!—­a man would you provide? 
          Yes, they rejoined, ’tis clearly what you want,
          And you will die without a brisk gallant;
          One truly able will alone suffice;
          And, if not such, take two we would advise. 
          This still was worse, though, if we rightly guess,
          ’Twas by her wished, durst she the truth confess. 
          But how the sisterhood would see her take
          Such remedies and no objection make? 
          Shame often causes injury and pain;
          And ills concealed bring others in their train.

          Saidsister Agnes, Madam, take their word;
          A remedy like this would be absurd,
          If, like old death, it had a haggard look,
          And you designed to get by hook or crook. 
          A hundred secrets you retain at ease;
          Can one so greatly shock and you displease?—­
          You talk at random, Agnes, she replied;
          Now, would you for the remedy decide,