So one I took, and when we gain’d a home,
Her friend agreed - what could she more? - to come;
And when she found that I’d a widow’d bed,
Me she desired - what could I less? - to wed.
An easier case is yours: you’ve not the smart
That two fond pleaders cause in one man’s heart.
You’ve not to wait from year to year distress’d,
Before your conscience can be laid at rest;
There smiles your bride, there sprawls your new-born son,
A ring, a licence, and the thing is done.” -