All power was hers; nor yet was such her age
But rivals strove her favour to engage.
They talk’d of love with so much warmth and zeal,
That they believed the woman’s heart must feel;
Adding such praises of her worth beside, 120
As vanquish prudence oft by help of pride.
In vain! her heart was by discretion led—
She to the children of her Friend was wed;
These she establish’d in the world, and died,
In ease and hope, serene and satisfied.