Measure thee with the Minstrel, then, demur
He asserts the poet's rank and right,
At any crowd he claims! That I must cede
Shamed now, my right to my especial meed—
Confess thee fitter help the world than I
Ordained its champion from eternity,
Is much: but to behold thee scorn the post
I quit in thy behalf—to hear thee boast
What makes my own despair!" And while he rung
The changes on this theme, the roof up-sprung,