RONDEAU.

POOR Colin Clout has given away

His foolish heart, and, strange to say,

The arrant, heartless, sweet coquette,

Whom many a lord might long to get,

With the poor oaf will jest and play!

Poor Colin Clout!

When she upon him smiles, he's gay;

Her frown distracts him. Well-a-day!

Her fancies need a lighter whet

Than Colin Clout!

But as I see him, day by day,

Grow gentler, nobler, higher, - stay!

And gentler too this poor coquette;

His patient love by kindness met,

I'm not so all inclined to say -

Poor Colin Clout!