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THE PRINCESS;
My mother, 'tis her wont from night to nightTo rail at Lady Psyche and her side.She says the Princess should have been the Head, Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms;And so it was agreed when first they came;But Lady Psyche was the right hand now,And she the left, or not, or seldom used;Hers more than half the students, all the love. And go last night she fell to canvass you:Her countrywomen! she did not envy her."Who ever saw such wild barbarians?"Girls?—more like men!" and at these words the snake, My secret, seem'd to stir within my breast;And oh, Sirs, could I help it, but my cheekBegan to burn and burn, and her lynx eyeTo fix and make me hotter, till she laugh'd:"O marvellously modest maiden, you!Men! girls, like men! why, if they had been men, And in their fulsome fashion woo'd you, child,You need not take so deep a rouge: like men—
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