Safe with a lady, whose last grown-up daughter
Being long married, and thus set at large,
Had left all the accomplishments she taught her
To be transmitted, like the Lord Mayor's barge,
To the next comer; or—as it will tell
More Muse-like—like to Cytherea's shell.
I call such things transmission; for there is
A floatin balance of accomplishment
Which forms a pedigree from Miss to Miss,