(Written in October 1820.)
A warrior so bold, and a virgin so bright,
Conversed as they sat o’er their wine;
They gaz’d on each other with tender delight;
St. George was the name of that pot-belly’d knight,[91]
The maid’s was the Fair Caroline.
And “Oh!” said in rapture, the amorous beau,
As of Champagne he tipp’d off a quart,
The passion’s so ardent with which I now glow,
That ne’er on another a thought I’ll bestow,