She, form’d in Courts to shine, was pleas’d to shun
A thousand Lovers, to be blest with one;
And bade adieu without a single Sigh
To Passion’s Language and to Flattery’s Eye.
He, like his Fathers, left an only Boy,
Ere dawning Reason spurn’d the childish Toy;
Pleas’d to reflect [the] Mother’s years were few,
Her Temper perfect, and her Judgment true; 100
That she would train him, good herself and wise,
All that was base and wicked to despise;