’Tis true he has no passion for his books,
But none can closer study Clara’s looks; 150
And who controls him? now his father’s gone,
There’s not a creature cares about the son.
If he be brought to ask your daughter’s hand,
All that he has will be at her command;
And who is she? and whom does she obey?
Where is the wrong, and what the danger, pray?
Becoming guide to one who guidance needs
Is merit surely—If the thing succeeds,