115 — To R. C. Dallas
February 19, 1809.
I enclose some lines to be inserted, the first six after "Lords too are bards," etc., or rather immediately following the line:
"Ah! who would take their titles with their rhymes."
The
four next will wind up the panegyric on Lord Carlisle, and come after "tragic stuff."
Yours truly.
In these our times with daily wonders big,
A letter'd Peer is like a letter'd Pig:
Both know their alphabet, but who from thence
Infers that Peers or Pigs have manly sense?
Still less that such should woo the graceful Nine?
Parnassus was not made for Lords and Swine.
Roscommon, Sheffield, etc., etc.
...
... tragic stuff.
Yet at their judgment let his Lordship laugh,
And case his volumes in congenial calf:
Yes, doff that covering where morocco shines,
"And hang a calf-skin on those recreant" lines.
Footnote 1:
See
ibid
., lines 736-740.
