But then that mind unaided ran to waste:
He had some learning, but he wanted taste;
Placid, not pleased—contented, not employ’d—
He neither time improved, nor life enjoy’d.
That wife expired, and great the loss sustain’d, 110
Though much distress he neither felt nor feign’d:
He loved not warmly; but the sudden stroke
Deeply and strongly on his habits broke.
He had no child to soothe him, and his farm,
His sports, his speculations, lost their charm;