But Love meets Love, Desire Success;
Where none are frigid Maxims told;
Th’ aspiring Spirit to depress 20
By Prudence, Pleasure’s Foe;
And Mary too, capricious Maid,
With Smiles alone invites my stay;
But Timid, cautious, cold, afraid,
For more than Smiles I vainly pray.
Fond, Teizing, trilling Love, away!
No longer will I sigh and whine;