That one strong passion should engross it all.
A love of splendour now with av’rice strove,
And oft appeared to be the stronger love:
A secret pleasure fill’d the Widow’s breast,
When she reflected on the hoards possess’d;
But livelier joy inspired th’ ambitious Maid,
When she the purchase of those hoards display’d:
In small but splendid room she loved to see
That all was placed in view and harmony.
There, as with eager glance she look’d around,