Oph.—
He never told his love,
But look’d it most uncommon!
Pol.—
Like a dove
With a sore throat; What then?
Oph.—
O such a sigh!
Pol.—
You prick’d him with your needle.
Oph.—
He never told his love,
But look’d it most uncommon!
Pol.—
Like a dove
With a sore throat; What then?
Oph.—
O such a sigh!
Pol.—
You prick’d him with your needle.