As you perhaps may know, but why I know not,
Held off from marriage; till, bethinking him,
Or warn’d by others, what a shame it were
So proud a name should die for want of wearer,
In his late years he took to wife a lady
Of blameless reputation, and descent
As noble as his own, but so unequal
In years, that she had scarcely told fifteen
When age his head had whiten’d with such snows
As froze his better judgment.