SONG CXXXII. The STOCKING

Silvia whose Eyes kill sure as any Gun, Set Basking in the Sun, One Stocking off the other on, The Reason why the Fair was minded, To repair a breach her fragrant Foot had made, The lusty Damon, by her Side, With Joy the Fair one eyed, And thus he Sung or said.

O Nymph of every Grace, Nice in Finger nice in Face, Behold thy Lover pale and shocking; And worn as thin as any Stocking, Pitty the Pain thy Lover feels, And darn a Heart that's out at Heels, Then fondly take thy Lovers part, And kindly Garter up my Heart.