That Sensibility would bring to view...

That Sensibility would bring to view,

When Love he mention'd;— - Love, and Honour true,

But Phoebe still was shy; and wish'd to know

More of the honest Youth, whose manly brow

She verily believ'd was Truth's own throne,

And all his words as artless as her own;

Most true she judg'd; yet, long the Youth forbore

Divulging where, and how, he liv'd before;

And seem'd to strive his History to hide,

Till fair Esteem enlisted on his side.

The Miller saw, and mention'd, in his prajse,

The prompt fidelity of all his ways;

Till in a vacant hour, the Dinner done,

One day he jokjng cried,‘ Come here, my Son!

‘ Tis pity that so good a Lad as you

Beneath my roof should bring disorders new!

But here's my Phoebe,— once so light and airy,

She'd trip along the passage like a Fairy,—