"O for a husband, handsome and well-bred!"
(Was the last pray'r the chaste  made.)
Kind Heav'n at length her soft petition heeds,
But one wish gain'd, a multitude succeeds —
She wants an heir, she wants a house in town,
She wants a title, or she wants a gown.
Poor  make thy will, bequeath, and give;
For if her wants continue, who would live?