The savage insults on the British crown.
See him return'd triumphant to his king,
Wafted on Vict'ry's, and on Glory's wing:
Hast thou, great patroness of martial fire,
No fav'rite genius, Clio, to inspire?
Shall worth, like his, unnotic'd pass away
But with the pageant of a short-liv'd day?
No; Soul of numbers, tune the votive strings
On which thou sing'st of heroes and of kings;
Rouse from ungrateful silence some lov'd name