Here, nobles, to the wood resort,
For courtesy unknown at court!—
Needwood, this brave man was thy guest;[[61]]
Love crown’d the day, and Mirth the feast.
Region, where all delights were found,
How look’st thou now? a burial ground!
With sad memorials, here and there,
Of what was noble, free, and fair.
King’s-standing, with a tortur’d frown,[[62]]
Marks its own splendour overthrown.