And fields and farms; yet when our Royal May
Weds—in July—'tis fit that Phoebus stay
His fiery car to welcome her! By Jove,
That sounds Spenserian! Illustrious Love
Epithalamion demands, and lo!
We've no official Laureate, to let flow,
With Tennysonian dignity and sweetness,
Courtly congratulation. Dryden's neatness,
Even the gush of Nahum Tate or Pye
Are not available, so Punch must try