A school of goodness, where chaste maids may learn,
By the example of her life and pureness,
To be, as she is, excellent.
Massinger.
17. She steps like some glad creature of the air,
As if she read her fate and knew it fair;
In truth, for fate at all she hath no care.
Yet hath she tears as well as gladness;
A butterfly in pain
Will make her weep for very sadness,