And never a suitor would please her
Who had but five thousand a year.
So I married old Reginald Graham,
Whom I loved not, but could not reject,
He fifty or more, and I twenty,
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How could I do more than respect?
He's always been faithful and tender
And never has made a complaint,
He never has chided my coldness,
And never has bound with restraint.
He heaps me with riches and jewels,
We drive in our carriage and four,
The world as we pass call me lucky,
'Tis wealth that is beggar'd at core.
The world, which is shallow and canker'd,
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