XLV.

But what is odd, none ever named the Duke,

Who, one might think, was something in the affair:

True, he was absent, and, 'twas rumoured, took

But small concern about the when, or where,

Or what his consort did: if he could brook

Her gaieties, none had a right to stare:

Theirs was that best of unions, past all doubt,

Which never meets, and therefore can't fall out.

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