As feelings moved him, walking quick or slow:
Now a glad thought, and now a doleful came,
And he adored or cursed the changeful dame,
Who was to him as cause is to effect— 140
Poor tool of pride, perverseness, and neglect!
Upon thy rival were her thoughts bestow’d;
Ambitious love within her bosom glow’d;
And oft she wish’d, and strong was her desire,
The Lord could love her like the faithful Squire.
But she was rivall’d in that noble breast—