Nay bade the wreath of triumph glow
The Hero's pride, upon his brow,
While Knighthood's pointed star express'd
The tinsel glitter on his breast.
But Venus, who such things disposes
Chang'd all the laurel into roses;
And Hymen did his state enfold
In saffron mantle, rich with gold.
As Nature in its fancies varies,
Sir Charles indulg'd in his vagaries,