Dawkins, a dealer once, on burthen’d back
Bore his whole substance in a pedlar’s pack;
To dames discreet, the duties yet unpaid,
His stores of lace and hyson he convey’d:
When thus enriched, he chose at home to stop,
And fleece his neighbours in a new-built shop;
Then woo’d a spinster blithe, and hoped, when wed,
For love’s fair favours and a fruitful bed.
Not so his Friend; - on widow fair and staid
He fix’d his eye, but he was much afraid;