A GOLDEN NECKLACE.
THIS page a chain to bring thee
That, train'd to suppleness of
On thy fair neck to nestle, yearns,
In many a hundred little fold.
To please the silly thing consent!
'Tis harmless, and from boldness
By day a trifling ornament,
At night 'tis cast aside by thee.
But if the chain they bring thee
Heavier, more fraught with weal
I'd then, Lisette, reproach thee never
If thou shouldst greater scruples