All trace of comfort vanish’d; if she spoke,
The noisy friend upon her purpose broke;
To her remarks with insolence replied,
And her assertions doubted or denied:
While the meek Anna like an infant shook,
Woe-struck and trembling at the serpent’s look.
“There is,” said Stafford, “yes, there is a cause -
This creature frights her, overpowers, and awes.”
Six weeks had pass’d - “In truth, my love, this friend
Has liberal notions; what does she intend?