Chapter 1551 of 1964 · 58 words · ~1 min read

XXXII.

To all she was polite without parade; To some she showed attention of that kind Which flatters, but is flattery conveyed In such a sort as cannot leave behind A trace unworthy either wife or maid;-- A gentle, genial courtesy of mind,[lz] To those who were, or passed for meritorious, Just to console sad Glory for being glorious;