Verses on the Revival of the Order of the Bath

Quoth King Robin, our ribbons I see are too few,
Of St Andrew's the green, and St George's the blue.
I must have another of colour more gay,
That will make all my subjects with pride to obey.
Though the Exchequer be drained by prodigal donors
Our king ne'er exhausted his fountain of honours.
Men of more wit than money, our pensions will fit,
And this will suit men of more money than wit.
Thus my subjects with pleasure will obey my commands,
Though as empty as Yonge and as saucy as Sandys;
And he who will leap over a stick for the king
Is qualified best for a dog in a string.
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