At that gay funeral of the people’s cash,
Her maiden daughter’s marriage; and her thoughts
Are half of pleasure, half of pain—the coin
Is being spent—ev’n leaving her! But Thou,
True daughter, whose all faithful filial eyes
Have seen the costliness of earthly thrones
Wilt neither quit thy new half-crowns, nor let
Thy nice annuity have risen in vain,
But moving through the Mother’s home, between
Thy dividends and pension, lead an easy life,