That friends are apt to feign rebuke
For love bestow'd e'en on a Duke;
That love's the dearest, sweetest thrall—
Almighty Love is all in all!
That worlds of gentlemen complete
Would die to languish at her feet;
That spite of fortune, or of birth,
"Love's—love's a heaven upon earth!"
Then a long string of rhymes run o'er
From Byron and 'dear Tommy Moore,'