What if my Chloe cease to reign,
And Lydia her lost power regain!
Lydia.—Though Phosphor be less fair than he;
Thou wilder than the raging sea;
Lighter than down; yet gladly I
With thee would live, with thee would die.—Ed.]
[Another version of this Ode published in the Anti-Jacobin Review, vol. 1, pp. 597–8 (the successor to the Anti-Jacobin), may perhaps not be considered out of place here. It was written by the Rev. C. E. Stewart, a constant contributor to the former journal.
The Honey-Moon of Fox and Tooke.
Donec gratus eram tibi.