Not Eve, ere fallen, seem’d more meek or pure;
And yet the Tempter of the falling Eve
Could not with deeper subtilty deceive.
A Sailor’s heart the Lady’s kindness moved,
And winning looks, to say how well he loved;
Then left her hopeful for the stormy main,
Assured of love when he return’d again.
Alas! the gay Lieutenant reach’d the shore,
To be rejected, and was gay no more; 40
Wine and strong drink the bosom’s pain suppress’d,