Stomachs were form’d for holding food—
No more—while our digestion’s good,
’Tis folly to abstain.
From Blackwood’s Magazine, May, 1828.
Ode on a Prospect of the Abolition
of Eton Montem.
Ye distant spires, ye antique tow’rs.
That crown the wat’ry glade,
Where Aristocracy’s young flowers
Bless Henry’s holy shade,