Who lived, unmarked by the Poetic Pen,
Before great Agamemnon. Ah, my Horace,
Britons are a Boeotian, heavy, slow race!
As for the "Statesman" who treats bards so shabbily,
'Twill serve him right if thine "illacrimabile"
Applies to him. A Premier, but no Poet?
England, you are dishonoured, and don't know it.
Void of a Sacer Vates to enshrine
In gorgeous trope and long-resounding line,
Thy Victories, and Weddings, Shows and Valour?