“Yet why alarm’d?”—he said; “with so much sense,
She has no freedom, dashing, or pretence:
’Tis her gay mind, and I should feel a pride
In her chaste levities”—he said, and sigh’d.
Yet, when apart from company, he chose
To talk a little of his bosom’s woes—
But one sweet smile, and one soft speech, suppress’d
All pain, and set his feeling heart at rest.
Nay, in return, she felt, or feign’d, a fear: 180
“He was too lively to be quite sincere—