For what's gold, may I ask, when its charms you compare
With bright smiles, with such looks, and with features so fair?
And, besides, the young people are quite old enough
To decide for themselves; and advice would seem stuff
And great nonsense, I fear, to their prejudiced ears;
For their eyes are so blinded they won't see your fears."
Then the old man sat down
With a dark gloomy frown,
As he muttered he never would give them a "brown."
But the obstinate son