Have these weak creatures in the world to do?
But some are made for action, some to speak;
And, while she looks so pitiful and meek,
Her words are weighty, though her nerves are weak.’
Soon told the village-bells the rite was done,
That joined the school-bred Miss and Farmer’s Son;
Her former habits some slight scandal raised,
But real worth was soon perceived and praised;
She, her neat taste imparted to the Farm,
And he, th’ improving skill and vigorous arm.