That he had all this freedom with the lass;
Reserved herself, with strict attention kept,
And care and vigilance that never slept:
“How is it thus that they a beauty trust
With me, who feel the confidence is just?
And they, too, feel it; yes, they may confide;”—
He said in folly, and he smiled in pride.
’Tis thus our secret passions work their way, 370
And the poor victims know not they obey.
Familiar now became the wandering pair,