Though sometimes she had other eyes
Than those, uplifted to the skies,
Leering most oddly!
And Scandal, ever busy, thought
She rarely practic’d—what she taught.
Her dress was always stiff brocade,
With laces broad and dear;
Fine Cobwebs! that would thinly shade
Her shrivell’d cheek of sallow hue,
While, like a Spider, her keen eye,