Her reign is past, her gentle glories gone:

But trust not this; too easy Youth, beware!

A mortal Sovereign holds her dangerous throne,

And thou may'st find a new Calypso there.

Sweet Florence[133] could another ever share

This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine:

But checked by every tie, I may not dare

To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine,

Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine.