Who kill’d the girls and thrill’d the boys
With dandy pathos when you wrote,
A Lion, you, that made a noise,
And shook a mane en papillotes.
And once you tried the Muses, too;
You fail’d Sir: therefore now you turn,
You fall on those who are to you,
As Captain is to Subaltern.
But men of long-enduring hopes,
And careless what this hour may bring,