Pleadings of Experience for Love with extreme Prudence.

JANE felt for WALTER; felt his cruel pain, While Pity's voice brought forth her tears again. 'Don't scold him, Neighbour, he has much to say, 'Indeed he came and met me by the way.' The Dame resum'd—'Why then, my Children, why 'Do such young bosoms heave the piteous sigh? 'The ills of Life to you are yet unknown; 'Death's sev'ring shaft, and Poverty's cold frown: 'I've felt them both, by turns:—but as they pass'd, 'Strong was my trust, and here I am at last. 'When I dwelt young and cheerful down the Lane. '(And, though I say it, I was much like JANE,) 'O'er flow'ry fields with Hind, I lov'd to stray, 'And talk, and laugh, and fool the time away: 'And Care defied; who not one pain could give, 'Till the thought came of how we were to live; 'And then Love plied his arrows thicker still: 'And prov'd victorious;—as he always will.