“Nay, my dear James!”—
“Our worthy Uncle, then,
And all, like Uncle, like to be obey’d
By their dependants, who must seem afraid
Of their own will.—If we to wed incline,
You’ll quickly hear him peevishly repine,
Object, dispute, and sundry reasons give,
To prove we ne’er could find the means to live;
And then, due credit for his speech to gain,
He’ll leave us poor—lest wealth should prove it vain.