For gifts are scorned where givers are despised.
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I served a turn, and then was cast away; }
You, like the gaudy fly, your wings display, }
And sip the sweets, and bask in your great patron's day.—[188] }
This heard, the matron was not slow to find
What sort of malady had seized her mind;
Disdain, with gnawing envy, fell despite,
And cankered malice, stood in open sight;
Ambition, interest, pride without controul,