Dimply damsel, sweetly smiling,
All caressing, none beguiling,
Bud of beauty, fairly blowing,
Every charm to nature owing,
This and that new thing admiring,
Much of this and that enquiring,
Knowledge by degrees attaining,
Day by day some virtue gaining,
Ten years hence, when I leave chiming,
Beardless poets, fondly rhyming,
(Fescu’d now, perhaps in spelling),
On thy riper beauties dwelling,
Shall accuse each killing feature
Of the cruel charming creature
Whom I knew complying, willing,
Tender, and averse to killing.