Rondeau, Humbly Inscribed to the Right Hon. William Eden

Of Eden lost, in ancient days,
If we believe what Moses says,
A paltry pippin was the price,
One crab was bribe enough to entice
Frail human kind from Virtue's ways.

But now, when Pitt, the all-perfect, sways,
No such vain lures the tempter lays,
Too poor to be the purchase twice
Of Eden lost.

The Dev'l grown wiser, to the gaze
Six thousand pounds a year displays,
And finds success from the device;
Finds this fair fruit too well suffice
To pay the peace, and honest praise,
Of Eden lost.