By ‘stars and medals’ she was courted:
But still the fair and cruel dame
With all their wounds and sorrows sported;
For her the soldiers fought and swore,
The statesman lied, the lawyer cheated;
And bards their rhymes in anguish tore,
To find their schemes were so defeated!—
But years flew by—the homage ceased;
And now with age and sorrow laden,
In cloister weeds she tells her beads—