Of preparation, had no touch of joys:
He pensive stood, and saw each carriage drawn,
With lackeys mounted, ready on the lawn:
The ladies came; and John in terror threw
One painful glance, and then his eyes withdrew;
Not with such speed, but he in other eyes
With anguish read - “I pity, but despise -
Unhappy boy! - presumptuous scribbler! - you,
To dream such dreams! - be sober, and adieu!”
Then came the Noble Friend - “And will my Lord