Her real wants, but all beyond denied.
When Fanny Dyson reach’d her fortieth year,
She would no more of love or lovers hear;
But one dear Friend she chose, her guide, her stay
And to each other all the world were they; 420
For all the world had grown to them unkind,
One sex censorious, and the other blind.
The Friend of Frances longer time had known
The world’s deceits, and from its follies flown.
With her dear Friend life’s sober joys to share