One whom the visage long and look demure
Of Isaac pleased - he seem’d sedate and pure;
And his soft heart conceived a gentle flame
For her who waited on this virtuous dame.
Not an outrageous love, a scorching fire,
But friendly liking and chastised desire;
And thus he waited, patient in delay,
In present favour and in fortune’s way.
George then was coasting - war was yet delay’d,
And what he gain’d was to his brother paid;