How art thou now humbled in the dust, thou proud Clarissa Harlowe! Thou
that never steppedst out of thy father’s house but to be admired! Who
wert wont to turn thine eye, sparkling with healthful life, and
self-assurance, to different objects at once as thou passedst, as if
(for so thy penetrating sister used to say) to plume thyself upon the
expected applauses of all that beheld thee! Thou that usedst to go to
rest satisfied with the adulations paid thee in the past day, and
couldst put off every thing but thy vanity!—-