Nor that he would with his dear Phœbe stay,
And let his heartless father move away.
No! kind and constant, tender, faithful, fond—
Thus far he’d go—but not one step beyond!
Not disobedient to a parent’s will—
A lover constant—but dependent still.
Letters, at first, between the constant swain
And the kind damsel banish’d all their pain. 110
Both full and quick they were; for lovers write
With vast despatch, and read with vast delight—