Because they talk of girls, and dream of love,
In William’s way there came a maiden fair,
With soft, meek look, and sweet, retiring air;
With just the rosy tint upon her cheek,
With sparkling eye, and tongue unused to speak;
With manner decent, quiet, chaste, that one,
Modest himself, might love to look upon.
As William look’d; and thus the gentle Squire
Began the Nymph, albeit poor, t’admire. 90
She was, to wit, the gardener’s niece; her place