Experience bids me hope—though, south the Tweed,
The dastards said: “He never will succeed:
What! such a country look for any good in,
That does not relish plays, nor pork, nor pudding!”
Thus great Columbus, by an idiot crew,
Was ridiculed at first for his just view;
Yet his undaunted spirit ne’er gave ground,
Till he a new and better world had found.
So I—laugh on—the simile is bold;
But, faith! ’tis just: for till this body’s cold,