Alas! thine own son proves the forest boar,
And, like the dam-destroying cuckoo, he,
40When the thick shell of his Welsh pedigree
By thy warm fostering bounty did divide
And open—straight thence sprung forth parricide:
As if 'twas just revenge should be dispatched
In thee, by th' monster which thyself hadst hatched.
Despair not though, in Wales there may be got,
As well as Lincolnshire, an antidote
'Gainst the foul'st venom he can spit, though 's head