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 suffered for his rhymes;
Our glorious Edwards and our Henrys bold,
So touch’d, had kept the reprobate in hold;
But he escap’d, - nor fear, thank Heav’n, have I,
Who love my king, for such offence to die.
But I am taught the danger would be much,