Tell them, though it may be, perhaps, too late—

On Life's worn confine, jaded, bloated, sated—

To set up vain pretence of being great,

'T is not so to be good; and, be it stated,

The worthiest kings have ever loved least state:

And tell them—But you won't, and I have prated

Just now enough; but, by and by, I'll prattle

Like Roland's horn[560] in Roncesvalles' battle.[KJ] [561]