Greece and Rome, victory and rout—
Love-verses instead of such vain ado!
So, fancies frolic it o'er the earth
Where thoughts have rightlier birth.
"Nay, thoughtlings they themselves:
Loves, hates—in little and less and least!
Thoughts? 'What is a man beside a mount!'
Loves? 'Absent—poor lovers the minutes count!'
Hates? 'Fie—Pope's letters to Martha Blount!'
These furnish a wine for a children's-feast: