O ye Guardian Spirits fair,
All who make true Love your Care,
May I oft my ROMEO meet,
Oft enjoy his Converse sweet;
I alone his Thoughts employ
Thro' each various Scene of Joy.
Lo! where all the jocund Throng
From the Pump-Room hastes along,
To the Breakfast all invited
By Sir TOBY, lately knighted.
See with Joy my ROMEO comes;
He conducts me to the Rooms;
There he whispers, not unseen,
Tender Tales behind the Screen;
While his Eyes are fix'd on mine,
See each Nymph with Envy pine,
And with Looks of forc'd Disdain
Smile Contempt, but sigh in vain.