His future scene of gain and loss,
His weal and woe.—
Lubin complies. And straight he hears
That he had many long, long years;
That he a maid inconstant, loves,
Who, to another slyly roves.
That a dark man his bane will be—
“And poison his domestic hours;
“While a fair woman, treach’rously—
“Will dress his brow—with thorns and flow’rs!”