"Love rules the Camp, the Court, the Grove,—for Love

Is Heaven, and Heaven is Love:"[620]—so sings the bard;

Which it were rather difficult to prove

(A thing with poetry in general hard).

Perhaps there may be something in "the Grove,"

At least it rhymes to "Love:" but I'm prepared

To doubt (no less than landlords of their rental)

If "Courts" and "Camps" be quite so sentimental.