At man’s commands, for love’s are all divine.”
When all is quiet and the mind at rest,
All in the calm of innocence are blest;
But when some scruple mixes with our joy,
We love to give the anxious mind employ. 150
In autumn late, when evening suns were bright,
The day was fix’d the lovers to unite;
But one before the eager Captain chose
To break, with jocund act, his girl’s repose,
And, sailor-like, said, “Hear how I intend