For how do you know you’ll succeed,
So many now fail in their toil?
Then you’d be a bankrupt in love,
If business began to decline;
And, oh! what a burthen would prove
Your hasty and rash Valentine!
FROM A SERVANT TO HIS FAVOURITE LASS.
Altho’ I have a charming place,
Yet I’d that place resign,
My dearest fair one to embrace,