{ And two rich bridles, with their bits of gold,
{ Which my son's coursers in obedience hold.
The league you ask, I offer, as your right;
And, when to-morrow's sun reveals the light,
}
{ With swift supplies you shall be sent away.
{ Now celebrate, with us, this solemn day,
{ Whose holy rites admit no long delay.
Honour our annual feast; and take your seat,
With friendly welcome, at a homely treat."