Are seen with her soft manner, air, and grace;
And his plain artless look with her sharp meaning face;
It might some wonder in a stranger move,
How these together could have talk’d of love.
Behold them now! - see there a tradesman stands,
And humbly hearkens to some fresh commands;
He moves to speak, she interrupts him - “Stay,”
Her air expresses, - “Hark to what I say!”
Ten paces off, poor Rupert on a seat
Has taken refuge from the noon-day heat,