34. I saw her hand—she has a leathern hand,
A freestone color'd hand. I verily did think
That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hand;
She has a housewife's hand!
As You Like It.
35. The fashion of her gracefulness is not a follow'd rule,
And her effervescent sprightliness was never taught at school;
Her words are all peculiar, like the fairy's that spoke pearls,
And her tone is ever sweetest 'mid the cadences of girls.
Willis.