He thought her lovelier far than Kate,
And wish’d that she had been his mate;
For when the FANCY is on wing,
Variety’s a dangerous thing:
And PASSIONS, when they learn to stray
Will seldom seldom keep the beaten way.
The gypsy girl, with speaking eyes,
Observ’d her pupil’s fond surprize,
She begg’d that he her hand would cross,
With Sixpence; and that He should know