The damsel’s heart, and won her to be kind,
Is yet unsung: they were an ill-match’d pair,
But both disposed to wed - and wed they were.
Yet, though united in their fortune, still
Their ways were diverse; varying was their will;
Nor long the maid had bless’d the simple man,
Before dissensions rose, and she began: -
“Wretch that I am! since to thy fortune bound,
What plan, what project, with success is crown’d?
I, who a thousand secret arts possess,