And not of Craft; for then the Squire, betray’d 50
By lawless Love, his wild Behests obeyed.
The artful Damsel could her Way discern,
And had not much of this bad World to learn
Or its Deceits, but made her Will her Way; }
Could look as pure as on her Wedding-day }
The Maiden-Bride, and be in Heart as gay. }
“Then, as a simple Child, whene’er he spoke,
She laughed, delighted at his Honour’s Joke;
And thus the Frailty in his Heart began—