He had fifty daughters and four dozen sons,
Of whom all such as came of age were stowed,
The former in a palace, where like nuns
They lived till some Bashaw was sent abroad,
When she, whose turn it was, was wed at once,
Sometimes at six years old—though this seems odd,
’Tis true; the reason is, that the Bashaw
Must make a present to his sire-in-law.