I do not ask — for you are fair —
That you should never have a lover,
But only that I be not there
You to discover.

I am no censor to demand
That you should always virtuous be,
I only ask that you should stand
Upon some decency.

The girl who can her fault deny
Will always at the end be winner;
'Tis she who does for pardon cry
That's held the sinner.