ValentineA short time since I danc'd with you, And from that hour lov'd you true; Your pleasing form, your charming air,Might with a fabl'd grace compare; Your accents, so melodious sweet, Still on my ear does seem to beat; And 'tis the first wish of my life, To win my Delia for a wife; Deign, my sweet maid, a line to send, And may love's saint my plea defend.