Oft has she smiled to hear ‘her generous soul
Would gladly give, but stoops to my control:’
Nay! I have heard her, when she chanced to come
Where I contended for a petty sum,
Affirm ’twas painful to behold such care,
‘But Issop’s nature is to pinch and spare:’
Thus all the meanness of the house is mine,
And my reward - to scorn her, and to dine.
“See next that giddy thing, with neither pride
To keep her safe, nor principle to guide: