The foe has left me, and I deem it right,
Should he return, to arm me for the fight.”
Thus spoke the ’Squire, the favourite nymph stood by,
And view’d the priest with insult in her eye;
She thrice had heard him when he boldly spoke
On dangerous points, and fear’d he would revoke:
For James she ioved not - and her manner told,
“This warm affection will be quickly cold:”
And still she fear’d impression might be made
Upon a subject nervous and decay’d;