Of gay accomplishment did ne’er unroll:
Chill penury repressed each livelier pow’r,
And nipp’d the tender flow’rets of the soul.
Full many a Luttrell’s mental ray serene
The wide uncultured bogs of Erin bear:
Full many a Hope is born to blush unseen,
Or waste her sweetness at a village fair.
Some nameless Ward, whose master-wit repress’d
The alehouse patriot’s dull disloyal arts,
Some bright untoasted Hertford here may rest—