On a Certain Lady at Court
I
know
a
thing
that's
most
uncommon;
(Envy,
be
silent
and
attend!)
I
know
a
reasonable
Woman,
Handsome
and
witty,
yet
a
Friend.
Not
warp'd
by
Passion,
awed
by
Rumour;
Not
grave
through
Pride,
nor
gay
through
Folly,
An
equal
Mixture
of
good
Humour
And
sensible
soft
Melancholy.
"Has
she
no
faults
then
(Envy
says),
Sir?"
Yes,
she
has
one,
I
must
aver;
When
all
the
World
conspires
to
praise
her,
The
Woman's
deaf,
and
does
not
hear.
