She watch’d it, and departed weeping for him;
Then, tho’ she mourned his absence as his grave,
Set her sad will no less to chime with his,
But throve not in her trade, not being bred
To barter, nor compensating the want 250
By shrewdness, neither capable of lies,
Nor asking overmuch and taking less,
And still foreboding ‘what would Enoch say?’
For more than once, in days of difficulty
And pressure, had she sold her wares for less 255