He wish’d that Joseph by some lucky blow

Might lay the Hero of the people low;

It would have pleas’d him to have told his Wife

How the poor youth had struggled for his life.

For Harry’s Malice was of fatal kind;

He had no milky Softness in his Mind;

His Love and Favour from his Hatred rose;

His Friend was help’d, his Rival to oppose. 190

Muse of my Choice and Mistress of my Time,

Who leav’st the gay, the grand, and the sublime—