Then woo'd a spinster blithe, and hoped, when wed,
For love's fair favours and a fruitful bed.
Not so his Friend;—on widow fair and staid
He fix'd his eye; but he was much afraid,
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Yet woo'd; while she his hair of silver hue
Demurely noticed, and her eye withdrew.
Doubtful he paused—"Ah! were I sure," he cried,
"No craving children would my gains divide:
Fair as she is, I would my widow take,