Thou mayst have crown’d a parson, and couldst tell,
If thou hadst power of verbal utterance,
Of ‘the divinity that stirred within thee’
In shape of sermons; faithful or smooth-tongued,
As he who wrote them chanced to covet most
The smile of God or man. A lover’s hat
Thou surely wert, (since all men love,
Who have a head,) and oft no doubt hast given
To scented billet-doux and amorous rhymes
Thy friendly guardianship; secure from aught