Nay, too, the parrot and the simple starling
Cry from their cages naught but ‘Duke and Darling’!”
When, as a consequence of the inquiry, the Duke resigned, Wolcot drew a malicious picture of his loneliness:
“No longer now the Duke excites our wonder,
’Midst gun, drum, trumpet, blunderbuss and thunder;
Amidst his hosts, no more with rapture dwells
On Congreve’s rockets, and on Shrapnell’s shells;
But quits with scornful mien the field of Mars,
And to Sir David’s genius leaves the wars.
Now in dull Windsor rides the youth is seen;