All men this tyrant’s yoke enjoy.
Yet sacred name and gilded snare
Together form a flower fair;
Its glowing blossoms court the sun
Till autumn’s bounteous reign is done.
Sir Hilary’s Prayer
Winthrop Mackworth Praed, who seems to have had a special fondness for charades, left nearly forty excellent ones in his published works, the solution of which, in every case but one, is clear and satisfactory. The exception is “Sir Hilary’s Prayer at Agincourt,” as follows:
Sir Hilary charged at Agincourt,
Sooth, ’twas an awful day!
And though in that old age of sport