Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast (1724)
A harmful knife, that thence her soul unsheathed: (1725)
That blow did bail it from the deep unrest (1726)
Of that polluted prison where it breathed: (1727)
Her contrite sighs unto the clouds bequeathed
Her winged sprite, and through her wounds doth fly (1729)
Life's lasting date from cancell'd destiny.