I hear the upstairs bell!
IV.
TO MARY HOUSEMAID, ON VALENTINE'S DAY.
Mary, you know I've no love nonsense,
And though I pen on such a day,
I don't mean flirting, on my conscience,
Or writing in the courting way.
Though Beauty hasn't formed your feature,
It saves you p'rhaps from being vain,
And many a poor unhappy creature