Too much, as Jonas thought, she seem’d to know,
And all her knowledge was disposed to show;
“Too gay her dress, like theirs who idly dote
On a young coxcomb or a coxcomb’s coat;
In foolish spirits when our friends appear,
And vainly grave when not a man is near.”
Thus Jonas, adding to his sorrow blame,
And terms disdainful to a Sister’s name:
“The sinful wretch has by her arts denied
The ductile spirit of my darling child.”