Caded

Then on the verdrous Bank, where Spices rose, Rowl on the balmy Grass, or smiling play With her young Cade, her caded Lamb with Smiles Answer'd her Love, and lickt her dainty hand.

“Well, well,” interrupting him, and rallying back her wonted smile, “if you think me a petulent caded child, you must lay your accusation here,” affectionately kissing the cheek of her father; “for even my kind nurse Hetha will tell you I have been spoiled from the cradle.”