Fond and yet chaste, enraptur’d and yet right;
Not like the tender Imogen, confined
To one, but one! the true, the wedded mind;
True, one preferr’d our sighing nymph as these, 160
But thought not, like them, one alone could please.
Time pass’d, nor yet the youthful peer proposed
To end his suit, nor his had Villars closed;
Fond hints the one, the other cruel, bore;
That was more cautious, this was kind the more:
Both for soft moments waited—that, to take