With heavy heart, and full of cark I go
And take my congé of my blooming maid,
I kiss'd her hond, and, louting very low,
To her behest at length myself array'd:
The fair we love expects to be obey'd,
Altho' she bid us with the kestrel fly;
So forth I prick, tho' much by doubt dismay'd,
The hard experiment resolv'd to try:
For she was wond'rous fair, and much in love was I.