But meaning there was none, and I survey'd
With dread the beauties of my idiot-maid.
"Still I submitted;—Oh! 'tis meet and fit
In all we feel to make the heart submit;
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Gloomy and calm my days, but I had then,
It seem'd, attractions for the eyes of men.
The sober master of a decent trade
O'erlook'd my errors, and his offer made;
Reason assented;—true, my heart denied,