Some mute inglorious Milton doubtless he;
While this who binds his fallen comrades’ heads,
In him a guiltless Cromwell we may see.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
Beneath the ocean’s depth is known to shrink,
So many a damsel’s born to skate unseen,
And waste her grace upon a village rink.
There was a youth to whom I once did give
Attention, though from notice he would shrink,
Some people told me that he rink’d to live,