The friendly parties met - the Guardian cried,
“I am too old; my sons have each a bride:
Martha, my ward, would make an easy wife:
On easy terms I’ll make her yours for life;
And then the creature is so weak and mild.
She may be soothed and threaten’d as a child.”
“Yet not obey,” said Fulham, “for your fools,
Female and male, are obstinate as mules.”
Some points adjusted, these new friends agreed,
Proposed the day, and hurried on the deed.