Little knew she that seeming marble heart,

Now masked in silence or withheld by Pride,

Was not unskilful in the spoiler's art,

And spread its snares licentious far and wide;[134]

Nor from the base pursuit had turned aside,

As long as aught was worthy to pursue:

But Harold on such arts no more relied;

And had he doted on those eyes so blue,

Yet never would he join the lover's whining crew.