To the Right Hon. W. P.

T HOUGH bless'd with talents, wit, and fame,
Though public spirit loves thy name —
Though Britain , led by thee, unfurl'd
Her proudest banners to the world, —
Though Eloquence, to Wisdom join'd,
Moulds to thy will a Nation's mind: —
I covet not thy just renown,
Thy civic wreaths, and laurel'd crown:
Thy eloquence may keep its flowers,
Thy sense and wit their matchless powers;
The World's applause enenvy'd share —
If not a Favourite of the Fair!
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