Thee, with her net, she found the means to catch,
And at the amorous see-saw won the match:
Yet others tell, the Captain fix’d thy doubt;
He’d call thee brother, or he’d call thee out: -
But rest the motive - all retreat too late,
Joy like thy bride’s should on thy brow have sate;
The deed had then appear’d thine own intent,
A glorious day, by gracious fortune sent,
In each revolving year to be in triumph spent.
Then in few weeks that cloudy brow had been