Alas! what pleasure - when some vig’rous boy
Should swell thy pride, some rosy girl thy joy;
Is it to doubt who grafted this sweet flower,
Or whence arose that spirit and that power?
“Four years I’ve wed; not one has passed in vain;
Behold the fifth! behold a babe again!
My wife’s gay friends th’ unwelcome imp admire,
And fill the room with gratulation dire:
While I in silence sate, revolving all
That influence ancient men, or that befall;