But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair,
What was thy delusive measure?
Still it whisper’d royal pleasure
To Edward’s son, and promis’d thrones and pow’r.
Still did her voice the cheat prolong,
While their fell uncle in the Tower,
Thought fit to echo the deceitful song,
And where of loyalty the theme she chose
His hypocritic voice was heard at ev’ry close;
And York and Edward fell into the snare.