Your powers, and told what I should feebly tell.
Beside, a Muse like mine, to satire prone,
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Would fail in themes where there is praise alone.
—Law shall I sing, or what to Law belongs?
Alas! there may be danger in such songs;
A foolish rhyme, 'tis said, a trifling thing,
The law found treason, for it touch'd the king.
But kings have mercy in these happy times,
Or surely one had suffer'd for his rhymes;