Was so confounded, that away he ran.
“Her sailor left her, with, perhaps, intent
To make her his—’tis doubtful what he meant:
But he was captured, and the life he led
Drove all such young engagements from his head. 70
On him she ever thought, and none beside,
Seeking her love, were favour’d or denied;
On her dear David she had fix’d her view,
And fancy judged him ever fond and true.
Nay, young and handsome—Time could not destroy—