Morgiana in England

Oh, one that I know is a knavish lass.
Though she looks so sweet and simple,
Her eyes there are none can safely pass,
And it's wrong to trust her dimple.
So taking the jade was by Nature made.
So finish'd in all fine thieving,
She'll e'en look away what you wanted to say,
And smile you out of your grieving.
To see her, for instance, go down a dance,
You'd think you sat securely,
Although she forewarns by no bold advance,
And by nothing done over demurely :
But lord ! she goes with so blithe a repose,
And comes so shapely about you,
That ere you're aware, with a glance and an air
She whisks your heart from out you.