But he no sooner touch’d the British soil,
Than jealous terrors took the place of toil—
Where has she been? and how attended? Who
Has watch’d her conduct, and will vouch her true? 260
She sigh’d at parting; but methought her sighs
Were more profound than would from nature rise;
And, though she wept as never wife before,
Yet were her eyelids neither swell’d nor sore.
Her lady-mother has a good repute
As watchful dragon of forbidden fruit;