Nay, do not frown—I much rejoiced to find
Such early judgment in such gentle mind;
But, since we married, have you deign’d to look
On the grave subjects of one favourite book?
Or have the once-applauded pages power
T’ engage their warm approver for an hour?
Nay, hear me further—When we view’d that dell, 280
Where lie those ruins—you must know it well—
When that worn pediment your walk delay’d,
And the stream gushing through the arch decay’d;