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20 Of glitt’ring stars appear’d no more

than those in Nelly’s eyes;

When at her father’s gate I knock’d,

where I had often been,

She, shrouded only with her smock,

arose and loot me in.

Fast lock’d within her close embrace,

she trembling stood asham’d:

Her swelling breast and glowing face,

at every touch inflam’d.

My eager passion I obey'd,

resolv’d the sort to win:

And her fond heart was soon betray’d

to yield and let me in.

Then, then, beyond expressing,

transporting was the joy,

I knew no greater blessing,

to blest a man was I:

And she all ravish’d with delight,

bid me oft come again;

And kindly vow’d that every night

she’d rise and let me in.

But ah! at last she prov’d wi’ bairn,

and sighing sat, and dull:

And I, that was as much concern’d

look’d e’en just like a fool:

Her lovely eyes with tears ran o’er:

repenting her rash sin,

She sigh’d and curs’d the fatal hour

that e’er she loot me in.

But who could cruelly deceive,

or from such beauty part!