Ballad—in None So Blind as Those Who Won't See

She who linked by her fate, To a four churlish mate, And to some smart young flatterer dares not be kind; Who a look fears to steal, That her flame would reveal, What would that woman give, were her husband but blind.

She in youth's early bloom, By a too severe doom, To decrepid old age, whose hard parents have join'd How blest would she be, Till death set her free, Could she add to his gout, that her husband was blind.

In short, we all chuse, With our different views, And 'tis right each should pick out a mate to her mind; For me, let my dear, Since men see so clear, Be blest with a spanking large fortune—and blind.