The mask of kindness now but seldom worn,
George felt each evil harder to be borne;
And cried (vexation growing day by day),
“Ah! brother Isaac! What! I’m in the way!”
“No! on my credit, look ye, No! but I
Am fond of peace, and my repose would buy
On any terms - in short, we must comply:
My spouse had money - she must have her will -
Ah! brother, marriage is a bitter pill.”
George tried the lady - “Sister, I offend.”