(In order to display his wit)
My Lady, who the Lake did deck,
To make the Lady of the Wreck;
Nor was this all—for—oh, for shame!
Presumptuous Plagiary, I wot,
Stole all my sentiments and plot,
And made a novel of the same.
I’ll nought of Don Roderic say,
For that, sirs, had never fair play
And well the poor author may rail