XXXI + 

Another time, so willed it Fate, + 

Immersed in secret thought I stand + 

And grasp a stirrup fortunate⁠— + 

Her foot was in my other hand. + 

Again imagination blazed, + 

The contact of the foot I raised + 

Rekindled in my withered heart + 

The fires of passion and its smart⁠— + 

Away! and cease to ring their praise + 

For ever with thy tattling lyre, + 

The proud ones are not worth the fire + 

Of passion they so often raise. + 

The words and looks of charmers sweet + 

Are oft deceptive⁠—like their feet. + 