No wish to gain a subject-heart—then vex.
That heavenly bosom no proud passion swells;
No serpent’s wisdom with thy meekness dwells.
Oh! could I bind thee to my heart, and live
In love with thee, on what our fortunes give!
Far from the busy world, in some dear spot,
Where Love reigns king, we’d find some peaceful cot.
To wed, indeed, no prudent man would choose;
But such a maid will lighter bonds refuse!” 100
And was this youth a rake?—In very truth;