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.