The squire, himself a rare good-natured gent,
Oft at this dwelling, hours of leisure spent;
Would smoke his pipe, and not refuse to take
A crust of cottage bread, of honest[163] make:
The sweet demeanour of this youthful lass
Induced his “honour” to go there, and pass
A portion of his time in quiet talk—
In cautioning the damsel how to walk
Through life’s rough path; and whilst to him she’d listen,
Her face would crimson, and her eyes would glisten: