Than any evil, but an empty purse;
And, as her own was not so poor a kind,
What, in a change, could she expect to find?
Not but a double fortune would produce
A double pleasure—she confess’d the use.
Yet at her time of life, what she desired
Were humble comforts—little she required.
And yet ’twas true as any truth could be,
None had less pleasure in the world than she.
And then her children! he must surely know