Fondly she kiss’d them, and with kindly cheer
Sought to amuse; and they with outward smile
O’ermask’d their hate, and called her sweet and dear,
Finding affection easy to beguile:
And all was smooth, until at last one said
‘Tell us, I pray, to whom ’tis thou art wed;
’Mong gods or men, what is his rank and style?
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‘Thou canst not think to hide the truth from us,
Who knew thy peevish sorrows when a maid,