Craving once more that Muse to fire

The chords of Satire's slackened lyre!

Oh, little day of little men,

What themes invite the mocker's pen!

What rush for wealth at any cost,

Honour and Health defied and lost;

What blatant parodies of Fame

(That hardly won and noble name),

Dragged in the sickly spectral lee

Of sallow Notoriety;