Never would I his saucy frown allow,
And shall I turn and meet the villain now?
In all my wants, I found expedients new,
And my last, best resource, my dear, in you.” (O.M.)
after l. 529:
These graceful weeds will soon be laid aside;
Exchanged for all the glories of a bride.
There all is chance! for she is form’d to take
The guiding hand, but not a guide to make.
As men of skill the ductile clay command,