I, for my part—(one “modern instance” more,
“True, ’tis a pity—pity ’tis, ’tis true”)—
Was chosen from out an amatory score,
Albeit my years were less discreet than few;
But though I also had reformed before
Those became one who soon were to be two,
I’ll not gainsay the generous public’s voice,
That the young lady made a monstrous choice.