To show how false his speech, how feign’d his love;
And, though her heart another story told, 120
Her speech grew cautious, and her manner cold.
Rachel had village fame, was fair and tall,
And gain’d a place of credit at the Hall;
Where James beheld her seated in that place,
With a child’s meekness and an angel’s face;
Her temper soft, her spirit firm, her words
Simple and few as simple truth affords.
James could but love her—he at church had seen