Obeying a Scent

I cannot stop my lucky nose; Not with the winsome scent of Rose: From my cherished chair often rose And to my Darling Rose drew close. Now, breeze that announces it blows And a film of it clearly flows While my childish excitement grows, Fast fanning out my seduced nose! Of the scent wanting a good dose, Man would sooner he obeyed his nose Flesh and blood present where there's sweet scent Than seek the company of a saint.