“My sweet Perrette, how warm my love.”

When lover's last avowals fail

To melt the maiden's coy suspicions

A lover's sign will oft prevail

To win the way to soft concessions:

Half won she takes the tempting bait;

Smiles on him, draws her lover nearer,

With heart no longer obdurate

She teaches him no more to fear her—

A pinch,—a kiss,—a kindling eye,—