Your Uncle sought her favour and obtain’d.
To me he spake, enraptured with her face,
Her angel smile, her unaffected grace;
Her fortune small indeed; but, ‘curse the pelf,
She is a glorious fortune in herself!’ 680
‘John!’ answer’d I, ‘friend John, to be sincere,
These are fine things, but may be bought too dear.
You are no stripling, and, it must be said,
Have not the form that charms a youthful maid.
What you possess, and what you leave behind,