And her talk was a mixture of foolish and wise.
Her adorers were many, and one of them said
“She waltzed rather well—it’s a pity she’s dead.”
George John Cayley.
AN EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE
WHILE at the helm of State you ride,
Our nation’s envy, and its pride;
While foreign courts with wonder gaze,
And curse those counsels that they praise;