Long since, had I presumed the truth to tell;
But he who loves would fain be loved as well.
NO hope of gaining such a charming fair,
Too soon, perhaps, I ceded to despair;
Your friend, was all I ventured to be thought,
Though in your net I more than half was caught.
Most willingly your lover I'd have been;
But time it is our story should be seen.
ONE, day, old Satan, sov'reign dread of hell;
Reviewed his subjects, as our hist'ries tell;