Sees Susan’s charms down on the table told:
Cows, calves and horses, plac’d before his sight,
A widow rich will well his love requite.
Poor Celia next, who, for some fickle swain,
Spends days in sorrow, and whole nights in pain:
It was his absence caus’d the maid to mourn,
But fam’d Alcanzar made him soon return.
His antic gestures did the fair one cheer,
And home she went, releas’d from every fear.
Old Elspa now comes trembling for her fate;