Mrs. Osgood.
35. She sways her house, commands her followers,
Takes and gives back affairs and their despatch,
With a most smooth, discreet, and stable bearing.
Twelfth Night.
36. Spring hath no blossom fairer than her form,
Winter no snow-wreath purer than her mind.
The dew-drop trembling to the summer sun
Is like her smile; bright, transient, heaven-refined.
Mrs. Pierson.