In a late contest, I have tried to draw:
’Tis but a sketch, and at my idle time
I put my couple in the garb of rhyme.
Thou art a critic of the milder sort, 80
And thou wilt judge with favour my report.
“Let me premise, twelve months have flown away,
Swiftly or sadly, since the happy day.
“Let us suppose the couple left to spend
Some hours without engagement or a friend;
And be it likewise on our mind impress’d, }