 | Euphrenia or the Test of Love |  |
XXIII.
There are the lesser satellites,The squires and their ladies;
The doctor and the lawyer;
But no one who in trade is.
These form a group apart,
And seek, with furtive glances,
To catch the great man's eye
When he perchance advances.
There is a curate whose small pay
I hardly like to mention,
Though how he manages to live
Is past my comprehension.
| Euphrenia or the Test of Love | |