Love has a thousand varied notes to move
The human heart: - thou mayest not speak of love
Till thou hast cast thy formal ways aside,
And those becoming youth and nature tried:
Not till exterior freedom, spirit, ease,
Prove it thy study and delight to please;
Not till these follies meet thy just disdain,
While yet thy virtues and thy worth remain.”
“This is severe! - Oh! maiden wilt not thou
Something for habits, manners, modes, allow?” -