The present culprit was extremely pale,

Pale as if painted so; her cheek being red

By nature, as in higher dames less hale

'Tis white, at least when they just rise from bed.

Perhaps she was ashamed of seeming frail,

Poor soul! for she was country born and bred,

And knew no better in her immorality

Than to wax white—for blushes are for quality.