The Patron’s promise, and the World’s applause,
Yea, all the hopes of poets,—shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial fable fated,
Leave not a groat behind!
Posthumous Parodies, 1814.
A Few Parodies of Detached Passages.
“Flirting.”
(After Portia.)
The quality of flirting is not strained;
It droppeth like the gentle rain from heaven