Reforms I wrought untiring,
With Gog and Magog squiring,
And Frosticos, my bosom friend, who lent a legal mind.
“For last superb achievement,—bright tears may Envy shed!—
I built a bridge, from Africa to distant England spread:
No edifice of fable,
Nay, not the Tower of Babel,
Surpassed its mammoth glory in the heavens overhead.
“So back across its noble arch my retinue and I
Advanced with blaring trumpets through the regions of the sky.