Jane was a servant fitted for her place,
Experienced, cunning, fraudful, selfish, base;
Skill’d in those mean humiliating arts
That make their way to proud and selfish hearts:
By instinct taught, she felt an awe, a fear,
For Jesse’s upright, simple character;
Whom with gross flattery she awhile assail’d,
And then beheld with hatred when it fail’d;
Yet, trying still upon her mind for hold,
She all the secrets of the mansion told;