And cried, “Oh! monstrous, for a man to pine!
But if your foolish heart must yield to love,
Let him possess it whom I now approve;
This is my pleasure.” - Still the Rector came
With larger offers and with bolder claim;
But the stern lady would attend no more -
She frown’d, and rudely pointed to the door;
Whate’er he wrote, he saw unread return’d,
And he, indignant, the dishonour spurn’d:
Nay, fix’d suspicion where he might confide,