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,—