appear'd, and said; 'Tis true,
In marriage, gold is all their view;
They seek not beauty, wit or sense,
And love is seldom the pretence.
All offer incense at my shrine,
And I alone the bargain sign.
How can  blame her fate?
She only ask'd a great estate.
was rich enough, 'tis true,
Her Lord must give her title too;
And ev'ry man, or rich or poor,
A fortune asks, and asks no more.