Soft she seems as flowers and dew,
Mild as skies in summer,
But let old love change for new,
She'll wake with the new-comer;
All and each
She will teach
In a froward fashion!
Leopards wild
Fear this child
Roused to fire and passion!

Cease to chide a maid's desire,
Vain your best endeavour;
You'll but waste your threats and ire,
She will heed you never;
You may bind
Storm and wind,
You may curb the ocean,
But in vain,
Strive to chain
Woman's mad devotion.