The poem
I know the thing that's most uncommon; (Envy be silent and attend!) I know a Reasonable Woman, Handsome and witty, yet a Friend.
Not warp'd by Passion, aw'd by Rumour, Not grave thro' Pride, or gay thro' Folly, An equal Mixture of good Humour, And sensible soft Melancholy.
`Has she no Faults then (Envy says) Sir?' Yes she has one, I must aver: When all the World comspires to praise her, The Woman's deaf, and does not hear.