The self-contempt that no self-love can cure.
Some business call’d him to a wealthy town
When unprepared for more than Fortune’s frown;
There at a house he gave his luckless name,
The master absent, and Cecilia came. 770
Unhappy man! he could not, dared not speak,
But look’d around, as if retreat to seek;
This she allow’d not; but, with brow severe,
Ask’d him his business, sternly bent to hear.
He had no courage, but he view’d that face }