With ribbald jests, and sportive songs,
’Till Granny of her spleen, repented;
And to young William’s ardent pray’r,
To take, for life, Annetta fair,—
At last,—CONSENTED.
And should this Tale, fall in the way
Of Lovers cross’d, or Grannies grey,—
Let them confess, ’tis made to prove—
The wisest heads,—too weak for Love!