Id est, fine gentlemen unblest with rentals.
But this could not stop here; nor did it stop—
For both were anxious for—an explanation.
And in the harem’s grating was a gap,
Whence Hy-son peep’d in modest hesitation;
While on his spade the gardener would prop
Himself, and issue looks of adoration;
Until it happen’d, like a lucky rhyme,
Each for the other look’d at the same time.
Then fell the gardener upon his knees,