L ove smiles when he sees a Peer in his train, O ne breathing his powers in eloquent strain, R ich gifts the kind Muses pour over their son, D eclaring the guerdon of poesy won.
B ritain's daughters alone refuse him their praise, Y e fair ones, I guess why, when reading his lays, R ememb'ring 'twas he who blighted the days O f her whom he swore to honour and love, N or regarded a vow that was written above.
