And only wonder’d that he lived alone.
The widow’d Sister near the Merchant dwelt,
And her late loss with lingering sorrow felt.
Small was her jointure, and o’er this she sigh’d, }
That to her heart its bounteous wish denied, 340}
Which yet all common wants, but not her all, supplied. }
Sorrows like showers descend, and as the heart
For them prepares, they good or ill impart;
Some on the mind, as on the ocean rain,
Fall and disturb, but soon are lost again;