Her peerless charms she there resign’d,
Compell’d by love’s supreme command;
A clown by travels much refin’d
Did eager clasp her beauteous hand.
I will lament a sister lost.
Ah! ladies hear my piteous moan,
Depriv’d of what I once could boast,
I now must keep the field alone.
What though I no assistance have,
I hope to act courag’ously,