Whose father would not with her mother wed,
Was now his choice! a blushing fool, the toy,
Or the attempted, both of man and boy;
More than suspected, but without the wit
Or the allurements for such creatures fit; 660
Not virtuous, though unfeeling; cold as ice,
And yet not chaste; the weeping fool of vice;
Yielding, not tender; feeble, not refined;
Her form insipid, and without a mind.
“Rival! she spurn’d the word; but let him stay,