And the nuptial ring of his lofty queen.
At the royal board, in the grand parade,
I've oft been one familiar and free:
The fairest lady has smiled, and laid
Her delicate, gloveless hand on me.
Philosopher, poet, the learned, the sage,
Never declines a call from me;
And all, of every rank and age.
Admit me into their coteri.
I visit the lions of every where,