With visage bland, methought she hail'd me oft;
"Ne fear, quoth she, a female's mild request.
"The bark by tempests that is whirl'd aloft,
"At length, the tempest o'er, enjoyeth rest.
"My name is Chastity, tho' out of quest
"With modern dames, yet thou shalt still survey
"A clime where beauty is with virtue blest.
"Good fortune speed you on your happy way;
"Go, gentle Squire of Dames, and here no longer stay.