Free from the weakness of her gentle sex;
One with whom ours unmoved conversing sate,
In cool discussion or in free debate.
“Once in her chair we’d placed the good old lass,
Where first she took her preparation-glass;
By lucky thought she’d been that day at prayers,
And long before had fix’d her small affairs,
So all was easy - on her cards she cast
A smiling look; I saw the thought that pass’d:
‘A king,’ she call’d - though conscious of her skill.