But a kind of a tribute that folks ought to pay.
Then I lived in the house, and so might once have kissed her,
For I treated her just as if she'd been my sister;
Going out with her walks when she wanted fresh air,
And by treating her always at every fair."
Now I've heard a remark, which I know to be true,
That a man is no judge of the kind of a view
Which a sister presents to unprejudiced eyes.
For I've seen brothers stare with a look of surprise
When I talked of a sister, and thought I would flatter