Dorothea, he said to himself, was forever enthroned in his soul: no other woman could sit higher than her footstool; and if he could have written out in immortal syllables the effect she wrought within him, he might have boasted after the example of old Drayton, that⁠—

Queens hereafter might be glad to live

Upon the alms of her superfluous praise.

Queens hereafter might be glad to live Upon the alms of her superfluous praise.