On thy fair neck to nestle, yearns,
In many a hundred little fold.
To please the silly thing consent!
‘Tis harmless, and from boldness free;
By day a trifling ornament,
At night ’tis cast aside by thee.
But if the chain they bring thee ever,
Heavier, more fraught with weal or woe,
I’d then, Lisette, reproach thee never
If thou shouldst greater scruples show.
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