The traffic of their lips, and how thin balms
Did glue and cement fast their melting palms.
When she perceived the progress of their love,
Religious care empanelled straight a jury
Of thoughts and plots, this stranger to remove,
1350Soothèd with profit, and enflamed with fury,
Ush'ring her language with a threat'ning frown,
She asked her business with that shavèd crown.
Why was that sickly voice whose feeble gales
Can raise no echoes, hand- and elbow-chat,