“But ’tis not well—and he a man of sense, 30

Grave, but yet looking strong benevolence;

Whose slight acerbity and roughness told

To his advantage; yet the man is cold;

Nor will he know, when rising in the morn,

That such a being to the world was born.

“Are such the friendships we contract in life?

O! give me then the friendship of a wife!

Adieus, nay, parting-pains to us are sweet:

They make so glad the moments when we meet.