As William Walking With His Wife Was Seen, A Man Of Rank Admired Her Lovely Mien. Who Gave You Such A Charming Fair? He Cried, May I Presume To Kiss Your Beauteous Bride? With All My Heart, Replied The Humble Swain, You're Welcome, Sir: - I Beg You'll Not Refrain; SHe's At Your Service: Take The Boon, I Pray; You'll Not Such Offers Meet With Ev'Ry Day. The Gentleman Proceeded As Desired; To Get A Kiss, Alone He Had Aspired; So Fervently Howe'Er He Pressed Her Lip, That Petronella Blushed At Ev'Ry Sip. Seven Days Had Scarcely Run, When To His Arms, The Other Took A Wife With Seraph Charms; And William Was Allowed To Have A Kiss, That Filled His Soul With Soft Ecstatick Bliss. Cried He, I Wish, (And Truly I Am Grieved) That When The Gentleman A Kiss Received, From Her I Love, he'd Gone To Greater Height, And With My Petronella Passed The Night.