Dear, skilful Betty, who dost far excelMy lady's other maids in dressing well;Dear Betty, fit to be preferred aboveTo Juno's chamber, or the queen of love;Genteel, well-bred, not rustically coy,Not easy to deny desired joy;Thro' whose soft eyes still secret wishes shine,Fit for thy mistress' use, but more for mine;Who, Betty, did the fatal secret see?