Lovely Armina, o'er her Books reclin'd, <br />Impairs her Body, to improve her Mind: <br />Of Wisdom fond, as others are of Wealth, <br />In that Pursuit will sacrifice her Health: <br />Then, Miser--like, when she has gain'd the Prize, <br />Hides both Herself, and Treasure, from our Eyes. <br />In this alone, Armina, you're to blame, <br />Regardless of your Health, or Friendship's Claim: <br />A giddy, thoughtless World your Aid require; <br />And Ignorance prevails, when You retire. <br />Why, Form'd to please! and why, Improv'd with Care! <br />Is there no End, in being Wise, and Fair?<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mrs-armine-cartwright-at-bath/
