Of all the men who talk’d with me of love,
His were the offers I could least approve;
My father’s choice—and, Charles, you must agree }
That my good father seldom thinks with me— }
Or his had been the grief, while thou wert tost at sea! }
It was so odious—when that man was near, 271
My father never could himself appear;
Had I received his fav’rite with a frown,
Upon my word he would have knock’d me down.”
D. Well! grant you durst not frown—but people say