Who “never saw such sweetness in her life.”
Now, as the rector was the Uncle’s friend,
It pleased the Nephew there his steps to bend,
Where the fair damsel then her visit paid,
And seem’d an unassuming rustic maid.
A face so fair, a look so meek, he found
Had pierced that heart no other nymph could wound.
“Oh, sweet Maria”—so began the Youth
His meditations—“thine the simple truth! 90
Thou hast no wicked wisdom of thy sex,