To Lady Kent

W ERE I of Kingston the Manorial King,
No boughs of mine should clip the Coachman's wing
But I was poor, when Dysart's wealthy Lord
Swept all the timber into his record:
Else at a word, before day should roll,
I 'd strip the Elm into a barber's pole .
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