And yet I meet him in all sorts of times,
When wicked men are thinking of their crimes.
There! let them pass——Why, yes, indeed ’tis true 370}
That was a look, and was design’d for you; }
But what the wonder when the sight is new? }
For my lord’s virtue you may take my word,
He would not do a thing that was absurd.”
A month had pass’d; “And when will Fanny come?”
The lover ask’d, and found the parents dumb;
They had not heard for more than half the space,