I leave her thus: her fortieth year is nigh,
She will not for another captain sigh;
Will not a young and gay lieutenant take, 40
Because ’tis pretty to reform a rake;
Yet she again may plight her widow’d hand,
Should love invite, or charity demand,
And make her days, although for duty’s sake,
As sad as folly and mischance can make.
II.
P. Lives yet the Widow, whose firm spirit bore