On the Same Viscount
“He flatter'd in youth, he lampoon'd in his prime,”
Quoth Memory's Bard of our poet;
But the fault was not his, 'twas a deed done by Time,
My very next stanza shall show it.
Whoever has sported on Tempe's green lawn,
Has found out the truth of the matter;
'Tis plain that, by law mythologic, a Faun
In process of time grows a Satyr.
Quoth Memory's Bard of our poet;
But the fault was not his, 'twas a deed done by Time,
My very next stanza shall show it.
Whoever has sported on Tempe's green lawn,
Has found out the truth of the matter;
'Tis plain that, by law mythologic, a Faun
In process of time grows a Satyr.
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