"No, indeed," answered Colonel Manners; "but I know the air of this one, and have sung it more than once to different words, the composition of a lady possessing no small poetical powers. I will try to recollect them now; though, to speak the truth, it is doing some injustice to the lines to take them from the drama for which they were designed, and apply them to an old song."
"Oh, never mind; we will make all due allowances," replied Miss Falkland; "am I to accompany you, or Marian!--Oh, very well, with all my heart! Is it to be the time of a monody or a jig?"
"Not too fast, if you please," replied Colonel Manners; and Miss Falkland accompanying him, he sang the following lines to an air, which was then not very new, but which is now in all probability lost to posterity.
SONG.
"I woo thee not as others woo,
I flatter not as others do,
Nor vow that I adore;
I cannot laugh, I cannot smile.
Nor use, as they, each courtly wile,
But oh, I love thee more.
"The rich, the noble, and the great,
Offer thee wealth, and power, and state,
And fortunes running o'er!