But then came one, the Lovelace of his day,
Rich, proud, and crafty, handsome, brave, and gay;
Yet loved he not those labour’d plans and arts,
But left the business to the ladies’ hearts,
And when he found them in a proper train
He thought all else superfluous and vain:
But in that training he was deeply taught,
And rarely fail’d of gaining all he sought;
He knew how far directly on to go,
How to recede and dally to and fro;