They’d seen the play, and thought it vastly sweet
For two young lovers by the moon to meet;
The nymph was gentle, of her favours free,
E’en at a word - no Rosalind was she;
Nor, like that other Juliet, tried his truth
With - “Be thy purpose marriage, gentle youth?”
But him received, and heard his tender tale,
When sang the lark, and when the nightingale;
So in few months the generous lass was seen
I’ the way that all the Capulets had been.