Quiet in harness; free from serious vice,
His faults are not particularly shady;
You'll never find him "shy"—for, once or twice
Already, he's been driven by a lady,
Who parts with him—perhaps a poor excuse for him—
Because she hasn't any further use for him.
Oh! bride of mine—tall, dumpy, dark, or fair!
Oh! widow—wife, maybe, or blushing maiden,
I've told your fortune: solved the gravest care
With which your mind has hitherto been laden.