Might add it to his heart.
'Tis very strange, (yet so it is,)
That vows should go for naught.
But she who strove to 'scape love's toils
Quite unawares was caught!
For though so hard to Snip at first,
At last it chanced that she
A sort of soft emotion felt
Towards one Timothy,
A butcher—Green by name, but red