When "Ah!" he exclaimed; and again closed his eyes,
Just to ponder, no doubt, on some subject more wise;—
On the frailty, perhaps, of the masculine sex,
Who allow pretty faces their thoughts to perplex,
And their hearts twirl about like a conjurer's plate,
While they kindly persuade them they can't avoid Fate.
"O dear May! dearest May!"
Whispered Samuel Delhay;
"I scarce know what I say,
But just listen, I pray.