ON A YOUNG LADY, WHO ASKED A NECKLACE OF A GENTLEMAN's HAIR, AND WAS REFUSED

ON A YOUNG LADY, WHO ASKED A NECKLACE OF A GENTLEMAN's HAIR, AND WAS REFUSED

And is it thus, Miranda cried, And am I then by him denied, Alas my heart is sore; Why did I make the fond request? Why not conceal it in my breast, As I had done before?

I know not how he spoke so fair, I wish'd to have his yellow hair, And wear it round my neck; But, O! it hurt his gentle mind, Such boldness in my sex to find, Then what could I expect.