And these the Dame espoused; the Doctor those,
The wealthier part to him and science went;
With luck and her the poor remain’d content.
The Matron sigh’d; for she was vex’d at heart,
With so much profit, so much fame, to part:
“So long successful in my art,” she cried,
“And this proud man, so young and so untried!”
“Nay,” said the Doctor, “dare you trust your wives,
The joy, the pride, the solace of your lives,
To one who acts and knows no reason why,