Be it our care that you shall not lament
That love has made you so improvident.
“An orphan maid——Your patience! you shall have
Your time to speak, I now attention crave—
Fanny, dear girl! has in my spouse and me
Friends of a kind we wish our friends to be,
None of the poorest——nay, sir, no reply;
You shall not need——and we are born to die; 540
And one yet crawls on earth, of whom I say
That what he has he cannot take away—