But some fit husband I would marry,
Who, I am sure, would ne'r decline
To give me sweets and luscious wine,
And would enhance his sweet embraces
With gifts of gems and costly laces.
Oh, heavenly Father, who—'tis told—
Didst work great miracles of old,
How truly grateful I should be,
If thou hadst but created me
A girl, devoid of worldly care,