To S[Arah] L[Ocke]

Acrostic

Shall I praise a face unseen, And extol a fancied mien, Rave on visionary charm, And from shadows take alarm? Hatred hates without a cause;

Love may love, with more applause, Or, without a reason given, Charmed be with unknown Heaven. Keep the secrets, though, unmocked, Ever in your bosom Locke'd.