Still I submitted; - Oh! ’tis meet and fit
In all we feel to make the heart submit;
Gloomy and calm my days, but I had then,
It seem’d, attractions for the eyes of men:
The sober master of a decent trade
O’erlook’d my errors, and his offer made;
Reason assented: - true, my heart denied,
‘But thou,’ I said,’shalt be no more my guide.’
“When wed, our toil and trouble, pains and care,
Of means to live procured us humble share;