That, poor or rich, a beauty still must feel.
At length the youth ordain’d to move her breast,
Before the swains with bolder spirit press’d;
With looks less timid made his passion known,
And pleased by manners most unlike her own;
Loud though in love, and confident though young;
Fierce in his air, and voluble of tongue;
By trade a tailor, though, in scorn of trade,
He served the ’Squire, and brush’d the coat he made.
Yet now, would Phœbe her consent afford,