Now, of the meeting of a modest maid
And sober youth why need we be afraid?
And when a girl’s amusements are so few
As Fanny’s were, what would you have her do?
Reserved herself, a decent youth to find,
And just be civil, sociable, and kind,
And look together at the setting sun,
Then at each other—What the evil done? 260
Then Fanny took my little lord to play,
And bade him not intrude on Henry’s way.