What can be done?—they pine, they grieve,
The spar’d can scarce be said to live.—
At last, their king Columbo’s call
Commands the senate to the hall:
Columbo, best of doves and kings,
Up-rising clapt his painted wings,
Then thus harangu’d ’em from above,
And spake the monarch, and the Dove—
“My suff’ring friends, with grief and pain
I fear we meet but to complain;