My senses teem’d with new delight;
Time, cry’d I, haste the coming night,
And Hymen, give me sweet Lisette:
I whisper’d softly in her ear,
And said, the God of Night draws near.
Oh, how she look’d! Oh, how she smil’d! Oh, how she sigh’d!
She sigh’d—then spent a joyful tear.
Now nuptial Night her curtain drew,
And Cupid’s mandate was, “Commence
“With ardour, break the virgin fence;”