Their sparkling bright eyes showed their fine healthy thriving,
And joyous and mirthful, their wits were soon striving,
And many sly banters and rail’ries were given
To lovers, that were in turn back again driven,
For some of them loved to be told of their love,
Whilst others were shy and as mild as a dove,
And just as soft-cooing—to some there’s a pleasure
In hiding their love as the birds hide their treasure.
Now most of the women who came from the town
Were sweetly suburban in manner and gown,