And how his mind is lovely as his mien;
Call ancient heroes from their seat of joy,
To see their fame outshadow'd by a boy;
Rob ev'ry urn and ev'ry page explore,
And tell now Cæsar's deeds are deeds no more;
No more shall guide the war, nor fire the song,
But William be the theme of ev'ry tongue,
While Brunswick-kings Britannia's throne shall grace,
And George's virtues live in George's race.
Such is the theme the flatt'ring songsters chuse,