XLI.

There was Miss Millpond, smooth as summer's sea,[nv] That usual paragon, an only daughter, Who seemed the cream of Equanimity, Till skimmed--and then there was some milk and water, With a slight shade of blue too, it might be, Beneath the surface; but what did it matter? Love's riotous, but Marriage should have quiet, And being consumptive, live on a milk diet.