Who told Corinna you were kind to me!Yet when she chid me for my kind embrace,Did any guilty blush spread o'er my face!Did I betray thee, maid, or could she spyThe least confession in my conscious eye !Not that I think it a disgrace to proveStol'n sweets, or make a chambermaid my love;Achilles wanton'd in Briseis' arms,Atrides bow'd to fair Cassandra's charms: