She now prevail’d by habit; had her will,
And found her patient husband sad and still.
Yet this displeased; she gain’d, indeed, the prize,
But not the pleasure of her victories;
Was she a child to be indulged? He knew
She would have right, but would have reason too.
Now came the time, when in her husband’s face
Care, and concern, and caution she could trace;
His troubled features gloom and sadness bore;
Less he resisted, but he suffer’d more; 150