Her drawing-master, tall and rather sleek,
Veer’d round the back and palm’d the stable-boy;
Who, quite as willing—for his master’s hay
To him cost nothing—fed the craving beast,
Which soon showed symptoms of the welcome feast:
Now Jane (’tis fair to say) did not progress
In this particular art, but nevertheless
She could depict a landscape with such taste
As plainly proved her lessons were not waste.
Thus then, with time and men of such repute