And, spite of all her pains, will still
Love routs, adultery, and quadrille.
Well, is that all you find to blame,
Sir Critic, in the royal dame?
All I could find to blame? no, truly!
The longest day in June and July
Would fail me ere I could express
The half of Charlotte’s blemishes.
Those foolish and old-fashioned ways
Of keeping holy Sabbath days,