My dying[143] husband knew, how much his death would grieue me,
And therefore left me wealth, to comfort and relieue me.
Though I no more will haue, I must not loue disdaine,
_Penelope_ her selfe did sutors entertaine;
And yet to draw on such, as are of best esteeme,
Nor yonger then I am, nor richer will I seeme.
[Footnote 143: In Sir Egerton Brydges edition of the Rhapsody this line
stands
"My _dying_ husband knew," &c.
an interpolation which, though perhaps called for by the metre, does
not appear to be justified by either of the four editions supposed to
have been printed during the life-time of the original editor. Nicolas.
[True, but as it _is_ found in an autograph MS. of the poem, it is
inserted. See our Preface. G.]]