Cautions

O THOU lovely maiden! Lo! thy praise has mounted To the monarch’s city! Maiden! thou hast planted The six-branch’d kaloper {190a} And bosilka {190b} early. But the youths unmarried Long have been in waiting To tear up thy balsam— Thy bosilka pillage. Know’st thou not they linger Just to steal thy kisses? Maiden! maiden! never Let those youths betray thee!