(All swarming, as if in a village of Pats,)
And sighed that so long he had tarried.

Having heard of fair Daphne, the village coquette,
As women to splendour were never blind yet,
He resolved with his grandeur to strike her;
So he bought a new buggy, where, girt in a wreath,
Were his arms, pills, and pestle--this motto beneath--
_"Ego opifer per orbem dicor."_

To the village he drove, sought young Daphne's old sire,
Counted gold by rouleaus, and bank notes by the quire,
And promised the old buck a share in't,
If his daughter he'd give--for the amorous fool
Thought of young ladies' hearts and affections the rule
Apparently rests with a parent.

Alas! his old mouth may long water in vain,
Who tries by this method a mistress to gain--
A _miss_ is the sure termination:
For a maiden's delight is to plague the old boy,
And to think sixty-five not the period for joy;
Alas! all the sex are vexation.

Daphne Brown had two eyes with the tenderest glances!
Her brain had been tickled by reading romances,
And those compounds of nonsense called novels,
Where Augustus and Ellen, or fair Isabel,
With Romeo, in sweet little cottages dwell:
_Sed meo periclo_, read hovels.