“Now banish all my fears, angelic maid!”
And, as she paused for words, he gaily cried,
“I must not, cannot, will not be denied.”
Ah! good Sir Owen, think not favours, such
As artful maids allow, amount to much; 210
The sweet, small, poison’d baits, that take the eye
And win the soul of all who venture nigh.
Camilla listen’d, paused, and look’d surprise,
Fair witch! exulting in her witcheries!
She turn’d aside her face, withdrew her hand,