Of good or bad; though she coud both amend,
And merit praise for work by her begun.
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But she to better thought her heart had shut,
And proved she had a spite beyond compare:
Nor coud the keenest taunts her anger glut,
Which she when sour’d was never wont to spare:
And now she mock’d at Psyche’s shame and grief,
As only she might do, and to her chief
Along the courtyard dragg’d her by the hair.