That Lusitania’s king, called by his peers,
His course was bending to the Tagus side,
I left my native land and took with me
The sum of fourteen thousand pounds a year.
The King came not; but what cared I for that?
I ate and drank, and then came back again;
And, Heaven be prais’d, have liv’d to see the day
When India hails me as her Governor!
From The Mélange, Liverpool, 1834.