No fierce reproaches thou from her shalt prove;
Though beauty’s transient charms no more you see,
Those charms, lamented husband, fled with thee;
The kindness of the wanderer I deplore,
Will to this form each banish’d grace restore:
Could I whom only I desire, retain,
Even Cleopatra’s eyes I’d wish to gain.
Thou sigh’st, I triumph——thy relenting soul
For glory form’d, and virtue’s blest controul,
Wilt for Marcellus take a father’s part,