O’erlooked my early erring ways,
And filled my ear with daily praise.
Indulgent friends would kindly say
Such pleasant things most every day,
And looked so mildly on my mirth,
It made me overrate my worth,
And feel reformed, as aunty quotes,
“That I have sown my wildest oats.”
The stern realities of life
Will sober down the gayest wife.