The ills of life, nor murmur’d nor complain’d.
To vary pleasures, from the lady’s chest
Were drawn the pearly string and tabby vest;
Beads, jewels, laces, all their value shown,
With the kind notice - “They will be your own.”
This hope, these comforts, cherish’d day by day,
To Dinah’s bosom made a gradual way;
Till love of treasure had as large a part,
As love of Rupert, in the virgin’s heart.
Whether it be that tender passions fail,