That their own faces may grow bright thereby.
They get to fifty and over: how 's the lamp?
Full to the depth o' the wick,—moneys so much;
And also with a remnant,—so much more
Of moneys,—which there 's no consuming now,
But, when the wick shall moulder out some day,
Failing fresh twist of tow to use up dregs,
Will lie a prize for the passer-by,—to wit,
Any one that can prove himself the heir,
Seeing, the couple are wanting in a child: