And then it will not be believ'd           

             I can be easily deceiv'd.           

             I only grieve that in my prime           

             I've wasted so much precious time,           

             For long ere this I might have married,           

             Had I not so unwisely tarried,           

             And vex'd my brains in looking round           

             For that which never could be found."           

                        

             "And would'st thou wish," the monarch cried,           

             "To set our gentle laws aside?           

             Thou hast no friend in Common Sense,           

             In such affairs she thinks it wisest,           

             To stand aside without pretence,           

             And sanction laws which thou despisest.           

             But try the plan, it merits praise,           

             Success may crown its winning ways!           

             The lady must be blind indeed,           

             With whom such offers of neglect,           

             And cool, habitual disrespect           

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