Though Jack and I shall fight a duel
If ever he to England come
And does not skulk behind a drum.
But—apropos to coming over,
I hope you soon will land at Dover
That I may fly, more swift than hawk,
With you to have some serus talk.
The while, how great will be my bliss
Should you but deign to let me kiss—
O may these ardent vows prevail!—