So it is, after all, but a matter of taste,
And it really seems foolish so much time to waste.
But that Murphy is mad there is less than no doubt,
Or he would the young wife, not the old one seek out.
For I've seen the fair damsel of whom he was speaking,
As pretty a girl as you'd find, though far seeking;
With such beautiful eyes, such a sweet little nose;
And such neat little ankles, and delicate toes:
That, though t'other's your niece, sir, you fain must agree
He must have some good reasons, or lunatic be.