And, by the belle, in silence was revered.
WHEN such sensations once were in the breast,
Love there we may believe would hardly rest.
THE favours Anne reserved he thought his own,
Though expectations oft away have flown.
The more of this I think, the less I know;
Perhaps one half our bliss to chance we owe!
BE this as 'twill, the conscientious Anne
Would nothing venture to regale her man;
Howe'er, she stated what had raised her fear,