And, though her sentiments are still divine,
She asks no more her auditors to dine. 130
Once from her lips came wisdom; when she spoke,
Her friends in transport or amazement broke.
Now to her dictates there attend but few,
And they expect to meet attention too;
Respect she finds is purchased at some cost,
And deference is withheld, when dinner’s lost.
She, once the guide and glory of the place
Exists between oblivion and disgrace;