The trembling Fanny, as he came in view,
Within the chestnut grove in fear withdrew;
While Henry wonder’d, not without a fear,
Of that which brought th’ important man so near.
Doubt was dispersed by—“My esteem’d young man!”
As he with condescending grace began——
“Though you with youthful frankness nobly trust
Your Fanny’s friends, and doubtless think them just; 530
Though you have not, with craving soul, applied
To us, and ask’d the fortune of your bride: