There was no hope that warm’d a single breast:
Both felt the same concerns their thoughts employ,
And neither knew one solitary joy. 210
Then why so easy, William? why consent
To wait so long? thou wilt at last repent;
“Within a month,” does Care and Prudence say,
If all be ready, linger not a day;
Ere yet the choice be made, on choice debate;
But, having chosen, dally not with fate.
While yet to wait the pair were half content,