And pray what does it prove
That she stopped there to sigh,
When I told her my love
And she bit at her glove?




My Lady, you Blushed.

My lady, you blushed.
Was my love a surprise?
How quickly they hushed!

A curl of yours brushed
All else from my eyes.
My lady, you blushed.

You say that I gushed,
And they all heard my sighs?
How quickly they hushed!

Your roses were crushed;
_N'importe_ wherefores and whys.
My lady, you blushed.