Maria Glossip was a thing like this—
A much observing, much experienced Miss;
Who on a stranger-youth would first decide
Th’ important question—“Shall I be his bride?”
But, if unworthy of a lot so bless’d,
’Twas something yet to rob the man of rest;
The heart, when stricken, she with hope could feed,
Could court pursuit, and, when pursued, recede.
Hearts she had won, and with delusion fed, 20
With doubt bewilder’d, and with hope misled;