To change his state, and then to change his mind,
That careless George dropp’d idly on the ground
A letter, which his crafty master found;
The stupid youth confess’d his fault, and pray’d
The generous ’Squire to spare a gentle maid,
Of whom her tender mother, full of fears,
Had written much - “she caught her oft in tears,
For ever thinking on a youth above
Her humble fortune - still she own’d not love;
Nor can define, dear girl! the cherish’d pain,