But, oh! that I should ever pen so sad a line!

Fired with an abstract love of Virtue, she,

My Dian of the Ephesians, Lady Adeline,

Began to think the Duchess' conduct free;

Regretting much that she had chosen so bad a line,

And waxing chiller in her courtesy,

Looked grave and pale to see her friend's fragility,

For which most friends reserve their sensibility.