LINES Upon a Diamond Cross

Well on that neck, sweet Kitty! may you wear

The sparkling cross, with hopes to soften Heaven;

For trust me, tho’ so very young and fair,

Thou hast some little sins to be forgiven:—

For all the hopes which wit and grace can spread,

For all the sighs which countless charms can move,

Fall, lovely Kitty! on thy youthful head;

Yet fall they gently — for the crime is love.