To beg his life, and lands, of Royal Harry,
And, for his services, in Gallia, past,
His suit did not miscarry:—
For, in those days,—thank Heaven they are mended!—
Kings hang’d poor Rogues, while rich ones were befriended.
Ye Criticks, and ye Hyper-Criticks!—who
Have deign’d (in reading this my story thro’)