His fame too,—for he had that kind of fame

Which sometimes plays the deuce with Womankind,

A heterogeneous mass of glorious blame,

Half virtues and whole vices being combined;

Faults which attract because they are not tame;

Follies tricked out so brightly that they blind:—

These seals upon her wax made no impression,

Such was her coldness or her self-possession.