Regard the gentle girl whom you approve;
Yet e’en with me protection is not peace,
Nor man’s designs nor beauty’s trials cease:
Like sordid boys by costly fruit they feel -
They will not purchase, but they try to steal.”
Now this good Lady, like a witness true,
Told but the truth, and all the truth she knew;
And ’tis our duty and our pain to show
Truth this good lady had not means to know.
Yes, there was lock’d within the damsel’s breast