—Thus, once again, if not for ever,
I had to curse th' infernal fever
That did my upright form disgrace,
And rob me of my welcome place.
—At length, brimfull of discontent,
Half-mad, I to the Office went;
Where Fortune seem'd to change my view,
For there she made me known to you.
| "Thus, Sir, I've told my tedious story, And now a suppliant stand before you: But in my story, right or wrong, Truth was the rudder of my tongue. —I've done, and, in all patience, wait, To know how you may rule my fate; | |
| And if my hist'ry will commend Quæ Genus, (such may be his end,) To you, Sir Jeff'ry, as his friend." | } |