Bless'd are the steps of Virtue's queen! Where'er she moves fresh roses bloom; And, when she droops, kind Nature pours Her genuine tears in gentle show'rs, That love to dew the willow green...
To my Muse give attention, and deem it not a mystery If I jumble up together music, poetry, and history, To sing of the vices of wicked Queen Bess, sir, Whose memory posterity with blushes shall confess, sir,...
A wreath from an immortal bough Should deck that gen'rous victor's brow, Who hears his captive's grateful praise Augment the thanks his country pays; For him the minstrel's song shall flow,...