“I can give no more:
Here are your letters—‘that’s a female pen,’
Said I to Fanny—‘’tis his sister’s, then,’
Replied the maid.—No! never must you stray;
Or hide your wanderings, if you should, I pray; 620
I know, at least I fear, the best may err,
But keep the by-walks of your life from her:
That youth should stray is nothing to be told,
When they have sanction in the grave and old,
Who have no call to wander and transgress,