Chapter 1475 of 1964 · 57 words · ~1 min read

XLIII.

Olden she was--but had been very young; Virtuous she was--and had been, I believe; Although the World has such an evil tongue That--but my chaster ear will not receive An echo of a syllable that's wrong:[lo] In fact, there's nothing makes me so much grieve, As that abominable tittle-tattle, Which is the cud eschewed[633] by human cattle.