Of all attention to another paid;
Yet, powerless she her husband to amuse
Lives but t’ entreat, implore, resent, accuse;
Jealous and tender, conscious of defects,
She merits little, and yet much expects; 740
She looks for love that now she cannot see,
And sighs for joy that never more can be;
On his retirements her complaints intrude,
And fond reproof endears his solitude;
While he her weakness (once her kindness) sees,