How to make all the passions his allies,
And, when he saw them in contention rise,
To watch the wrought-up heart, and conquer by surprise.
Our heroine fear’d him not; it was her part
To make sure conquest of such gentle heart -
Of one so mild and humble; for she saw
In Henry’s eye a love chastised by awe.
Her thoughts of virtue were not all sublime,
Nor virtuous all her thoughts; ’twas now her time
To bait each hook, in every way to please,