Also, to him you inward Reverence owe; If he's a Fool, you must not think him so; Nor yet indulge one mean contemptuous Thought, Or fancy he can e'er commit a Fault. Nor must your Deference be alone confin'd Unto the hid Recesses of your Mind, But must in all your Actions be display'd, And visible to each Spectator made.[209] After this sarcastic summary of Mr. Sprint's irritating sermon Lady Chudleigh in the person of Marissa, depicts the general condition of women and her own loftier ambitions: 'T is hard we should be by the Men despis'd Yet kept from knowing what would make us priz'd. Debarr'd from Knowledge, banish'd from the Schools, And with the utmost Industry bred Fools. Laugh'd out of Reason, jested out of Sense, And nothing left but Native Innocence: * * * * * Or that my Sex would all such Toys despise; And only study to be Good, and Wise: * * * * * Instead of Novels, Histories peruse, And for their Guides the wise Ancients chuse, Thro' all the Labyrinths of Learning go, And grow more humble as they more do know. * * * * * Beauty's a Trifle merits not my Care. I'd rather Æsop's ugly Visage wear, Joyn'd with his Mind, than be a Fool, and Fair. * * * * * But spite of you, we'll to ourselves be kind: Your censures slight, your little Tricks despise, And make it our whole business to be wise. The mean low trivial Cares of Life disdain, And read and Think, and Think and read again, And on our Minds bestow the utmost Pain. [Sidenote: Anne Kingsmill, Lady Winchilsea (1661-1720)]