Invite your father to the marriage-feast,—
Tell him, my darling, I’ll require his aid,
And hope, some day, to see him well repaid;
Ask him to name, when next he goes to ‘town,’[230]
To my familiar friend, Sir Humphrey Brown,
And his good Lady, that (if all goes well)
I hope to pass again through Ruttendell
About the middle of the month ensuing
(The anniversary month of my first wooing):
I find, at Dover, I’ll arrive too late