On pride to flatter and on pow'r to fawn;
Pour forth his incense at the country's shrine,
And raise th' usurping race to race divine.
He who would toil in Honour's ard'ous tract
Must virtue seek alone for virtue's sake,
For now to merit are unwonted things
The breath of poets and the smiles of kings.
See where the rhiming throng on William wait,
And patch up ev'ry worth to make him great;
Sing how he triumph'd on fair Clifton's Green,