Epigram on Miss Delia Dainty

That prim Delia Dainty must die an Old Maid Is declar'd in the book, where our lots are display'd; Nor could Hymen himself, had he hold of her hand, Contrive this decree of the Fates should not stand; For had she accepted an offer of marriage, So nice is her ear, and so modest her carriage, That when to the altar she went as a bride, Before the chaste knot of the church could be tied, The pure words of the rite she would censure most keenly, And cry, Hold, wicked priest! you are talking obscenely.