The old believ’d, and all attended.
Now to Dame Dowson he repairs
And in his arms, enfolds the Granny:
Kneels at her feet, and fondly swears
He will be true as any!
Caresses her with well feign’d bliss
And, fearfully, implores a Kiss—
On the green turf distracted lying,
He wastes his ardent breath, in sighing.
The Dame was silent; for the Lover