And prudent Miss Wither
Not in jest now doth wither,
And soon must go—whither
Nor I, well, nor you know;
And flaunting Miss Waller—
That soon must befal her,
Which makes folks seem taller,[225]—
Though proud, once, as Juno!
Elia.
[223] Who sat up with him.
[224] I have this fact from Parental tradition only.
[225] Death lengthens people to the eye.