Though Crusoe took such pains to take
You throw away—a “Savage.”
For “Sparks” you will no pity show:
My love meets no returns;
Then why should still my bosom glow
For one who laughs at “Burns?”
Why to a belle who likes not “Home,”
Nor will my cares divide,
Should I a pensive suitor come,
And bear an “Akenside?”