Of the good lady, bending o’er her book;
Hymns it appear’d—for now a pleasing sound
Seem’d as a welcome in his wanderings found.
He enter’d softly, not as they who think 620
That they may act the ruffian if they drink,
And who conceive, that for their paltry pence
They may with rules of decency dispense;
Far unlike these was William—he was kind,
Exacting nothing, and to all resign’d.
He saw the hostess reading,—and their eyes