Which the Laureat so cackles about to Lord Byron,[87]
That letter so famous, in which he advances
Truths such as you find in the Spanish Romances,
Traduced by our Bard, who contriv’d in abridging all,
To make one, for shortness, desire the original.
Next like some “obscene birds” of his feather, he flew
To prey on the stain of thy field, Waterloo![88]
Then returned to o’ershade, with his sad gratulation,[89]
An event that awak’d all the hopes of a Nation,
And surely the Laureat alone could have told it,