If to Love she cou'd not incline,
I told her I'd die in an Hour;
To die says she 'tis in thine,
But to Love 'tis not in my Power.
I askt her the Reason why,
She could not of me approve;
She said 'twas a Task too hard,
To give any Reason for Love:
And alass poor Shepherd, &c.
She ask'd me of my Estate,