Yet with precision, scans an attic metre.
What! though he knows not how his fathers bled,
When civil discord pil'd the fields with dead,
When Edward bade his conquering bands advance,
Or Henry trampled on the crest of France;
Though marvelling at the name of Magna Charta,
Yet, well he recollects the laws of Sparta.
Can tell what edicts sage Lycurgus made,
Whilst Blackstone's on the shelf neglected laid;
Of Grecian dramas vaunts the deathless fame,