George saw and smiled—“To lovers we allow
All this o’erflowing, but a husband thou!
A father too; can time create no change?
Married, and still so foolish?—very strange! 60
What of this wife or mistress is the art?”— }
“The simple truth, my brother, to impart, }
Her heart, whene’er she writes, feels writing to a heart.”— }
“Fortune, dear Richard, is thy friend—a wife
Like thine must soften every care of life,
And all its woes—I know a pair, whose lives