In that pure place, and they were mundified;
The sun of favour on their vileness shone,
And all their faults like morning mists were gone. 260
There was Lord Robert! could she have her choice,
From the world’s masters he should have her voice;
So kind and gracious in his noble ways,
It was a pleasure speaking in his praise;
And Lady Catharine—O! a prince’s pride
Might by one smile of hers be gratified;
With her would monarchs all their glory share,