Had left him all industrious men require,
Saw the pale Beauty, - and her shape and air
Engaged him much, and yet he must forbear:
“For my small farm what can the damsel do?”
He said, - then stopp’d to take another view:
“Pity so sweet a lass will nothing learn
Of household cares, - for what can beauty earn
By those small arts which they at school attain,
That keep them useless, and yet make them vain?”
This luckless Damsel look’d the village round,