Classic Poem

So prudent , and so young a Wife!
Old Geron , thou art blest for Life.
So kindly careful of your Health ;
So close a Steward of your Wealth ;
Still railing at th' expensive Town ;
Fond of your Seat , when you are down ;
At home in London before Nine ,
And ready Dress'd at Noon , to Dine ;
Tho' blooming, fair, belov'd, a Prude ,
To Beaux , and Coxcombs almost rude .
I cannot, happy Man! conceive,
What the illnatur'd World believe,
That all this Care she's pleas'd, to take,
Is not for her old Geron 's sake;
But for those Twenty Thousand Pounds,
Rich Jewels , and new purchas'd Gounds ,
Unsettled yet by Deed , and free ,
That you may leave to her , or me .