These two with patience jogg’d behind.
To Trueman, so ’twas doom’d by fate,
Maiden was yok’d as trav’lling mate:
In these an early fondness grew,
If he did this, she’d do so too;
From Maiden Trueman scarce would stray,
But spent with her the livelong day;
For her the half-pick’d bone he’d spare,
And guard her with a lover’s care.
If he in playful frolic run,