When the ’Squire’s thoughts on some fair damsel dwelt,
The faithful Friend his apprehensions felt;
It would rejoice his faithful heart to find
A lady suited to his master’s mind;
But who deserved that master? who would prove
That hers was pure, uninterested love?
Although a servant, he would scorn to take
A countess, till she suffer’d for his sake;
Some tender spirit, humble, faithful, true,
Such, my dear master! must be sought for you.