Anonymous

“ Of that delicate blossom, a female's fair fame!
'Tis the sensitive plant, it secoils from the breath;
And shrinks from the touch as if pregnant with death,
How often, how often, has inocence sigh’d.
Has beauty been reft of its honour—its pride. ”

“ Displaying her streamers and blazing away.
Oh! more fell to our port is the cargo she bears
Than grenadoes, torpedoes, or warlike affairs.
Each chest is a boomshell thrown into our town,
To shatter repute and bring character down. ”