In Hertfordshire County,
Or so we have read,
There lives a large family of which it is said,
Reside within Longbourn the home of that name,
And a singular Mother with a singular Aim.
That’s to marry five-daughters to save future strife,
For a man of large fortune is in need of a Wife,
As poor Mr Bennet through no fault of his own,
Had fathered no Heirs, So misfortune was Sown.
Now I seen all five girls and I’ve made up my mind,
There’s only one Bennet who has no equal you’ll find.,
The eldest is Jane, and this I’ll impart ,
Her beauty’s unmatched and so noble in Heart.
Elizabeth has Wit, Intelligence but then - from a recent event is so quick to condemn.
Lydia is Headstrong, her Will she’ll assert,
A behaviour that’s frivolous and a bit of a flirt.
Her partner it’s said, whenever mischief is bred,
And two of the silliest girls in the Country ,
Does long for Romance, in every Tunic and Dance,
So what hope do we have for young Kitty.
But let it be known that it’s Mary who shines,
Still-waters are deceptive and deep,
A literary disposition, and more accomplished by far,
It’s to her my affections entreat.
For it’s to Mary would all my attentions and full wishes so rest.
This thought I enclose,
Where ever in Prose,
Is there a Spirit more suitably blest.