Yet sigh, alas! to be allied.
Because their hours of courtship run
Sweet, under love’s meridian sun,
They think to breathe a tranquil life,
And be the happy man and wife.
Vain thought!—the flatt’ring phantom flies,
And opes at length their purblind eyes.
Then—— but attend my simple story,
The sequel will appear before ye.
The morning dawns, with orient sky,