And there she sits, as thoughtless and as gay
As if she’d means, or not a debt to pay -
Or knew to-morrow she’d be call’d away -
Or felt a shilling and could dine to-day.
While thus observing, I began to trace
The sober’d features of a well-known face -
Looks once familiar, manners form’d to please,
And all illumined by a heart at ease:
But fraud and flattery ever claim’d a part
(Still unresisted) of that easy heart;