The Unfortunate Rambler Poem by Janet Little

LATE on an evening I chanced to roam,
The night it was dark, and the streets they were dirty;
It was to attend the lov'd Celia home,
Engag'd in a company jovial and hearty.
I instantly hasten'd to put on my shield,
The shield of indiff'rence, perhaps you may know it;
Appriz'd of the danger attending the field,
I judg'd it a piece of high prudence to shew it.
I went to the door of an elegant inn;
I heard who was there, and was fearful to venture:
Hope to embolden me then did begin,
And courage undaunted advis'd me to enter,
I quickly stepp'd forward, but struck with amaze,
By imminent danger I then was surrounded:
Three handsome young damsels upon me did gaze,
And all of a sudden, alas! I was wounded.
Their shafts were set right, and their arrows did fly;
I scarce could distinguish from whom they came thickest.
By Cupid's assistance at last I did spy
The person best tim'd in her motions, and quickest.
Each gesture was killing, and gave me surprise;
I grop'd for my breast-plate, it from me was taken:
My shield of indiff'rence had left me likewise;
My courage did fail, and my heart it was shaken.
Thus finding myself in a pitiful plight;
A young maid so handsome I needs must admire:
I gave a deep sigh, and I bid them goodnight;
My only expedient was--to retire.
A little of absence effected the cure,
So happily I of my wounds did recover;
But now at a distance to keep I'll be sure,
And laugh at the fate of a vanquished lover.