Goldfinch (1)/Fancy dipp'd her Pen in Dew

Fancy dipp’d her Pen in Dew.

Fancy dipp'd her pen in dew,
Distill'd from leaves of gayest flowers;
Her paper from soft fibres grew,
Purloin'd from buds, in rosy bowers.
Then she wrote a lay to prove,
Hearts might safely toy with Love.
Archly smiling, love was there,
And cried, Of Fancy, maids, beware.

Roguish Love took May-day then,
And from his wing a feather taken,
He dipp'd it in, and changed her pen,
And all the day seem'd Love's own making.
She wrote of love with such sweet art,
She read, and sigh'd, and lost her heart.
Archly jeering, Love was there,
And cried, Of Fancy, maids, beware.