A man at once so cautious and so blind;
She saw his hopes that she would kindly show
Proofs of her passion—then she his should know:
“So, when my heart is bleeding in his sight,
His love acknowledged will the pains requite; 180
It is, when conquer’d, he the heart regards;
Well, good Sir Owen! let us play our cards.”
He spake her praise in terms that love affords,
By words select, and looks surpassing words.
Kindly she listen’d, and in turn essay’d