Ye dear little doves,
Whose innocent loves,
So pleasantly rhyming, our poets delight;
And billing, and cooing,
Wedding or wooing,
Your bills on our billets-doux sweetly unite.

I protest my heart thrills,
At the sight of your bills,
Such accounts, and discounts, I should like to arrange
But say what ye will,
It were much better still,
To exchange both your bills for a bill of Exchange.