Still pleased and mirthful every where,
And never undelighted.”
“Proud Honor’s heart!” another cries,
“That brooks no man’s dictation—
That’s quick to seek the hero’s prize,
And stand, though with the deed it dies,
’Gainst wrong and usurpation.”
“The constant heart!” says one fair maid,
While blushes crown her beauty:—
“To ask for more I am afraid,