Hester Lynch Salusbury

Come friendly Muse! some Rhimes discover

With which to meet my Dear at Dover;

Fondly to bless my wandring Lover,

And make him dote on dirty Dover:

Call each fair Wind to waft him over,

Nor let him linger long at Dover;

But there from past Fatigues recover,

And write his Love some Lines from Dover.

Too well he knows his Skill to move her

To meet him two Years hence at Dover,

When happy with her handsome Rover,

She’ll bless the Day she din’d at Dover.—