And find th’ anticipated pelf,
To keep the secret to himself;
For he averr’d it “quite vexatious
His wife should be so pertinacious.”
No passions vain her heart misled:
The path of humble peace to tread
Was her sole aim; of this secure,
She felt content, nor sigh’d for more.
She griev’d to find her counsels failing,
They were sincere, though unavailing;