Classic Poem

I.

B Alda ! Thou art of Woman-kind,
That lives, the oddest Creature;
With Wisdom you have Folly join'd;
Perverseness with good Nature.

II.

Or Silent, or in Mirth too Loud,
Still various you appear;
Humble To-day, To-Morrow Proud;
Now Gentle, now Severe.

III.

Rashly you Love, as rashly Hate,
And make, at Sight, each Person,
(Such Miracles can Pride create)
Your Favourite or Aversion.

IV.

Now, Balda! since your Merit's clear;
What needs there more be said?
Withdraw betimes; and say your Prayer;
And then go, straight, to Bed.