Kitty, a fair but frozen maid,

Kindled a flame I yet deplore,

The hoodwink’d boy I called to aid,

Though of his near approach afraid,

So fatal to my suit before.

Kitty, a fair but frozen maid, Kindled a flame I yet deplore, The hoodwink’d boy I called to aid, Though of his near approach afraid, So fatal to my suit before.

And that is all that I can recollect of it⁠—but it is very clever all the way through. But I think, my dear, you said you had got it.”