Love, who saw the whole proceeding, Would have laugh'd, but for geod-breeding; Cries like that these dames gave loose to, "Take back our Love-knots! "Take back our Love-knots !" Coolly said, "There's no returning "Ware's on Hymen's hands-Good morning!" Nets and cages. Come, listen to my story, While your needle's task you ply; At what I sing, some maids will smile, While some, perhaps, may sigh. Though Love's the theme, and Wisdom Yet Truth, sometimes, like Eastern dames, Then listen, maids, come listen, Young Chloe, bent on catching loves, While gentle Sue, less given to roam, Come listen, maids, come listen, While your needle's task you ply; At what I sing, there's some may smile, While some, perhaps, will sigh. Much Chloe laugh'd at Susan's task; So weak poor Chloe's nets were wove, Come listen, maids, come listen, Meanwhile young Sue, whose cage was wrought And cag'd him there for ever: Instructing thereby all coquets, Thus, maidens, thus do I beguile May all who hear, like Susan smile-- When through the piazetta. When through the piazetta Night breathes her cool air, Then, dearest Ninetta, I'll come to thee there. Beneath thy mask shrouded As love knows, though clouded, In garb then resembling I'll whisper thee, trembling, Now, now, while there hover Those clouds o'er the moon, "Twill waft thee safe over Yon silent lagoon. Go now, and dream. Go now, and dream o'er that joy in thy slumber, Moments so sweet again ne'er shalt thou number; Of pain's bitter draught the flavour ne'er flies, While pleasure's scarce touches the lip ere it dies! That moon, which hung o'er your parting so splendid, Take hence the bowl. Take hence the bowl! though beaming Oh! it but sets me dreaming There, in its clear reflection, Each cup I drain, brings hither Warm hearts, too warm to die: Till, as the dream comes o'er me Farewell, Theresa. Farewell, Theresa, that cloud which over Yon moon, this moment, we gath❜ring see, Shall scarce from her pure orb have pass'd, ere thy lover Swift o'er the wild wave shall wander from thee. Long like that dim cloud I've hung around thee, Dark'ning thy prospects, sadd'ning thy brow; With gay heart, Theresa, and bright cheek I found thee, Oh, think how chang'd, love, how chang'd art thou now. But here I free thee; like one awaking From fearful slumber, this dream thou❜lt tell. "Tis over -the bright moon her spell is breaking, Past are the dark clouds, Theresa, oh farewell! |