To tie again the knot he thus untied,
His utmost efforts no kind looks repaid—
He moved no more the inexorable maid.
The Friends too parted, and the elder told
Tales of false hearts, and friendships waxing cold; 470
And wonder’d what a man of sense could see
In the light airs of wither’d vanity.
’Tis said that Frances now the world reviews,
Unwilling all the little left to lose;
She and the Major on the walks are seen,