But not one timid shrug, nor shriek,
Told that the fair was frighted.
'At length, with am'rous fire, he seized
Round her white neck, his sister;
And clasp'd her to his heart, well pleas'd,
And, still mistaking, kiss'd her.
'And Heaven alone knows when and where
Had paus'd the panting Cæsar,
But the dame whisper'd in his ear—
"'Tis Mary; pray don't teaze her."