And highly colour’d what he strongly drew,
The pensive damsel, prone to tender fears,
Dimm’d the false prospect with prophetic tears.-
Thus pass’d th’ allotted hours, till lingering late,
The lover loiter’d at the master’s gate;
There he pronounced adieu! and yet would stay,
Till chidden - soothed - entreated - forced away;
He would of coldness, though indulged, complain,
And oft retire, and oft return again;
When, if his teasing vex’d her gentle mind,