But for beauty—he thought that tastes widely must vary.
It was living together so long, I suppose,
Made him blind to the charms of this beautiful rose.
For he's not what folks call a man really hard-hearted,
And his conscience now pricked him, and terribly smarted,
As he thought on the kindness she ever had shown him
Since the days of his boyhood, when first she had known him.
Then the dame was asked next,
If she aught had to say;
She look'd sad, much perplexed,