That servile path thou nobly dost decline, / Of tracing word by word, and line by line.

It's comforting to know that I've always got my Mum when things go wrong.

[…]Bevil drew him up to the door-step of a house close by, where, on certain evenings, a well-known club drew together men who seldom meet so familiarly elsewhere—men of all callings; a club especially favoured by wits, authors, and the flaneurs of polite society.

My Charlotte conquers with a smile, / And reigneth queen of love. In the home-circle and among her companions, Charlotte lays aside her queenship and becomes a gentle Lottie.