And see what sweet restraint it yields;
A woman's day at turnip picking,
Your heart's too fat for plough or ricking.
'And you whom luck taught French and Greek
Have purple flaps on either cheek,
A stately house, and time for knowledge,
And gold to send your sons to college,
That pleasant place, where getting learning
Is also key to money earning.
But quite your damn'dest want of grace