Talk with such toss, and saunter with such swing;
Laugh with such glee, and trifle with such art,
That Lucy’s promise fail’d to shield her heart.
Stephen, meantime, to ease his amorous cares,
Fix’d his full mind upon his farm’s affairs;
Two pigs, a cow, and wethers half a score,
Increased his stock, and still he look’d for more.
He, for his acres few, so duly paid,
That yet more acres to his lot were laid:
Till our chaste nymphs no longer felt disdain,