The weight, the laws of gravitation;
Prates law like any Romilly,
And ends with a fine homily;
Until, at last, I grieve to say,
He gets the poor girl turn'd away.
Still 'tis not oft that female tactics
Are set aside by mathematics;
Nor left to busy-bodies whether
A story fails or hangs together.
So then, as Kitchener would say,