Lord Thurlow
.
| 1 | "'I lay my branch of laurel down.' "Thou 'lay thy branch of laurel down!' Why, what thou'st stole is not enow; And, were it lawfully thine own, Does Rogers want it most, or thou? Keep to thyself thy wither'd bough, Or send it back to Dr. Donne— Were justice done to both, I trow, He'd have but little, and thou—none. |
| 2 | "'Then thus to form Apollo's crown.' "A crown! why, twist it how you will, Thy chaplet must be foolscap still. When next you visit Delphi's town, Inquire amongst your fellow-lodgers, They'll tell you Phœbus gave his crown, Some years before your birth, to Rogers. |
| 3 | "'Let every other bring his own.' "When coals to Newcastle are carried, And owls sent to Athens as wonders, From his spouse when the Regent's unmarried, Or Liverpool weeps o'er his blunders; When Tories and Whigs cease to quarrel, When Castlereagh's wife has an heir, Then Rogers shall ask us for laurel, And thou shalt have plenty to spare." |
Edward Hovell (1781-1829) succeeded his uncle in 1806 as second Baron Thurlow. He published several volumes of poetry:
Poems on Several Occasions
(1812);
Ariadne, a Poem
(1814);
Carmen Britannicum, or the Song of Britain: written in honour of the Prince Regent
(1814);