“No question, Friends! and I your joy approve,
We are, you know, a Family of Love.”
So said the wary Uncle, but the while }
Wore on his face a questionable smile, }
That vanish’d, as he spake in grave and solemn style— }
“Friends and relations! let us henceforth seem
Just as we are, nor of our virtues dream, 1030
That with our waking vanish.—What we are
Full well we know—t’ improve it be our care.
Forgive the trial I have made: ’tis one