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 No rivets here, no iron to rust the soul Despite of despot or his chains control)—— Erst rummy Lord of Stills, Church, Infant lands Why trust your footing on these vile quicksands Where weight of M. C. only sinks you deep In mire you wade, but have not strength to leap? Go; learn the fable of the Bull and Frog Ye worthy worshippers of Guildhall Gog

Alas! unlike the worthy plodding soul, Who chased, in harness down the fleeting gaol,— As eager youth pursued the Iris bound, The more he searched, more distant it was found, Lithgow; full well performed your thankless part Your sole reward, a sound and honest heart, That gladsome conscience, deeds not words impart,— Let seasons roll; when history begin And rumour trumpets every heinous sin When all embezzlement is blazon'd broad Your firm integrity shall fame record; When bribes were barbed and virtuous, vilest deeds A rara avis midst a herd of thieves—— May happy age succeed unblemished youth, And Fortune's favors once repay the truth.——

See him of aspect dire and haughty gait As though himself were a triumvirate, Who dreams of honors, forges Bomerang screws And wakes in anger Camõens lofty muse Who damns the language that cooked such rhyme (To spoil the Lusiad were a heinous crime:) Your childish choler but provokes a sneer, And makes you small, the very smallest beer,