C. K. responds to his rejection by Stella in what might be interpreted by some as a churlish manner: "Blest Wisdom thy paths will bestrew | With joy-buds of virtuous desire: | May ye late to the world bid adieu, | Then join the celestial choir." Thus concluded one of the odder verse conversations of the century. That between Robert Merry and Hannah Cowley, another younger-man married woman exchange, would receive a good deal more attention as it unfolded two decades later.
Both parties continued to contribute verse to the Weekly Magazine, though on January 5 was published "Pastoral Verses to Mr. C. K. on his intention of leaving his Native Country, to go in quest of Fortune on a foreign Shore."
Dear Stella, thou'rt friendly and kind;
My thanks, like fair Truth, are sincere:
I could almost say, curse on my mind,
If Ingratitude e'er harbour'd there!
The praises you're pleas'd to bestow,
Are too high for so humble a swain:
But your friendship has taught them to flow,
For my love to the Pride of the plain.
Believe me, I highly admire
Your goodness and candour conjoin'd:
O would ev'ry nymph but aspire
At such true elevation of mind!
Since my friendship so worthy you deem,
Your's gives a reciprocal joy:
The friendship that's built on esteem,
Is the friendship that never can cloy.
Gentle STELLA shall always be nigh,
Tho' distant as far as the Pole;
My regard will all distance defy;
Nor can time my affection controul.
Be each tender endearment to you,
In conjugal union join'd:
May your swain as the turtle be true;
May your offspring be gentle and kind.
Tune often your sweet flowing lays,
For your tears will serenely be spent;
The Muses have crown'd you with bays,
And virtue has giv'n you content.
Blest Wisdom thy paths will bestrew
With joy-buds of virtuous desire:
May ye late to the world bid adieu,
Then join the celestial choir.