A Song

Gay Florimel of noble birth,
The most engaging fair on earth
To please a blithe gallant,
Has much of wit and much of worth,
And much of tongue to set it forth,
But then she has an aunt.

How oft, alas! in vain I've try'd
To tempt her from her guardian's side,
And trap her on love's hook;
She's like a little wanton lamb
That frisks about the careful dam,
And shuns the shepherd's crook.

Like wretched Dives am I plac'd
To see the joys I cannot taste,
Of all my hopes bereaven;
Her aunt's the dismal gulph betwixt,
By all the powers of malice fixt,
To cheat me of my heav'n
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