But they question'd not, from the touch refin'd
Of a sweet good-nature that men call tact.
I told where he was—I trusted them both,
Sounding the depths of their souls in their eyes;
The man was too honest to need an oath,
And the woman too tender not to be wise.
They were ready to help with hand and heart
(And a kindness no balancing prudence bounds),
Fed me and petted me, let me depart,
And lent me at parting five hundred pounds.