And claim’d respect and reverence for them all;
Call’d them “of sin’s destructive power the foes,
And not such blockheads as he might suppose.”
Gwyn to his friends would smile, and sometimes say,
“’Tis a kind fool; why vex her in her way?”
Her way she took, and still had more in view,
For she contrived that he should take it too.
The daring freedom of his soul, ’twas plain,
In part was lost in a divided reign;
A king and queen, who yet in prudence sway’d