And in her presence banish all their care.
Such was the matron, and to her the maid
Was by her lover carefully convey’d. 270
When William first the invitation read
It some displeasure in his spirit bred;
Not that one jealous thought the man possess’d:
He was by fondness, not by fear, distress’d;
But, when his Fanny to his mind convey’d
The growing treasures of the ancient maid;
The thirty years, come June, of service past;