Yet she confess’d it was the same to her,
And it was likely men would men prefer. 210
Loth was the Niece to think her Uncle wrong;
And other thoughts engaged her—“Is it long
That custom bids us tarry ere we wed,
When a kind Uncle is so lately dead?
At any rate,” the maiden judged, “’tis he
That first will speak—it does not rest with me.”
James to the Will his every thought confined,
And found some parts that vex’d his sober mind.