Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
“I have heard her with sweetness unfold
How that pity was due to a dove;
That it ever attended the bold,
And she called it the Sister of Love.
But her words such a pleasure convey,
So much I her accents adore,
Let her speak, and whatever she say,
Methinks I should love her the more.”
In the same poem—the Pastoral Ballad—occurs this exquisite verse:—