THE HARE BELLE.
I
No Hare Belle for me when the harriers run—
If a lady pursue them, that lady I shun:
When she leaves her own door, bring her shawl and her clogs
If she follow the hounds, she may go to the dogs.
II
Away with the Hare Belle—the leaps that I see,
No thought of a lover's leap wakens in me;
For a gate of five bars will most certainly prove
An effectual bar to my being in love.
III
Away with the Hare Belle, her habit, and hat;
No lady shall win me with habits like that;
Bear Blue Belle and Hare Belle far hence o'er the flood;
The first with her study, the last with her stud!
IV
Away with the Hare Belle, when fair lips I see
Discoursing of coursing sounds coarsely to me;
And the smack that I doat upon (talking of lips)
Is not, I assure you, the smacking of whips.
