Her dinners yet and sentiments to give—
The Dean’s wise consort, with the many friends,
From whom she borrows, and to whom she lends
Her precious maxims?
F. Yes, she lives to shed
Her light around her; but her Dean is dead.
Seen her I have, but seldom could I see;
Borrow she could not, could not lend to me.
Yet I attended, and beheld the tribe
Attending too, whom I will not describe—