It is reported, that his craft contrived
To get the Priest with expedition wived,
And sent away; for fathers will suspect
Her inward worth, whose ways are incorrect—
Patience, my dear! your Lover will appear;
At this new tale, then, what will be your cheer?
“I hear,” says he—and he will look as grim
As if he heard his lass accusing him—
“I hear, my Celia, your alluring looks
Kept the young Curate from his holy books. 380