With a Golden Necklace

With a Golden Necklace

THIS page a chain to bring thee burns,

That,train’d to suppleness of old,

On thy fair neck to nestle[177]，yearns，

In many a hundred little fold.

To please the silly thing consent!

’Tis harmless,and from boldness free;

By day a trifling ornament[178]，

At night’tis cast aside by thee.

But if the chain they bring thee ever,

Heavier,more fraught with weal or woe,

I’d then,Lisette,reproach thee never

If thou shouldst greater scruples show.

1775.