In Tindal’s and in Hoadley’s paths she trod,
An hypocrite in all but disbelief in God.
Promoted luxury, encouraged vice,
Herself a sordid slave to avarice.
True friendship’s tender love ne’er touch’d her heart,
Falsehood appear’d in vice disguised by art.
Fawning and haughty; when familiar, rude;
And never civil seem’d but to delude.
Inquisitive in trifling, mean affairs,
Heedless of public good or orphan’s tears;