Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long adoing. So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.

Blessed is the wooing That is not long a-doing.

How often in the summer-tide, His graver business set aside, His stripling Will, the thoughtful-eyed As to the pipe of Pan, Stepped blithesomely with lover's pride Across the fields to Anne.

In brief, I don't stick to declare, Father Dick, So they call him for short, is a regular brick; A metaphor taken--I have not the page aright-- From an ethical work by the Stagyrite.

Knight without fear and without reproach. [Fr., Chevalier sans peur et sans reproche.]

'Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.