From a Letter to the Earl of Dorset

SPARE Dorsett's sacred life, decerning fate,
And death shall march thro' courts and camps in state.
Emptying his quiver on the vulgar great ;
Round Dorsett's board lett peace and plenty dance,
Far off lett famine her sad reign advance, !-
And war walk deep in blood thro' conquered France.
Apollo thus began the mystic strain,
The muses' sons all bow'd and sayd Amen,