When fumy Vapour clog our loaded Brows
With furrow’d Frowns, when stupid downcast Eyes
Th’ external Symptoms of remorse within,
Our Grief express, or when in sullen Dumps
With Head Incumbent on Expanded Palm,
Moaping we sit, in silent sorrow drown’d:
Whether inveigling Hymen has trapan’d
Th’ unwary Youth, and ty’d the Gordian Knot
Of jangling Wedlock Indissoluble;
Worried all Day by loud Zantippes Din,