She knew her danger, and had no desire
Of reformation in the gallant ’Squire;
And felt an envious pleasure in her breast
To see the rector daunted and distress’d.
Again the Uncle to the youth applied -
“Cast, my dear lad, that cursed gloom aside:
There are for all things time and place; appear
Grave in your pulpit, and be merry here:
Now take your wine - for woes a sure resource,
And the best prelude to a long discourse.”