To gratify his people's wish See G[eorg]e at length prepare-- He's setting out for Hanover-- We've often wished him there. SONG FOR THE C[ORONATIO]N _Tune, "Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch"_ (1820) _Roi's_ wife of Brunswick Oëls! _Roi's_ wife of Brunswick Oëls! Wot you how she came to him, While he supinely dreamt of no ills? Vow! but she is a canty Queen, And well can she scare each royal orgie.-- To us she ever must be dear, Though she's for ever cut by Georgie.-- _Roi's_ wife, etc. _Da capo._ THE UNBELOVED (1820) Not a woman, child, or man in All this isle, that loves thee, C[anni]ng. Fools, whom gentle manners sway, May incline to C[astlerea]gh, Princes, who old ladies love, Of the Doctor may approve, Chancery lads do not abhor Their chatty, childish Chancellor. In Liverpool some virtues strike, And little Van's beneath dislike. Tho, if I were to be dead for't, I could never love thee, H[eadfor]t: (Every man must have his way) Other grey adulterers may. But thou unamiable object,-- Dear to neither prince, nor subject;-- Veriest, meanest scab, for pelf Fastning on the skin of Guelph, Thou, thou must, surely, _loathe thyself._ ON THE ARRIVAL IN ENGLAND OF LORD BYRON'S REMAINS (1824) Manners, they say, by climate alter not: Who goes a drunkard will return a sot. So lordly Juan, damn'd to lasting fame, Went out a pickle, and came back the same. LINES _Suggested by a Sight of Waltham Cross_ (1827) Time-mouldering CROSSES, gemm'd with imagery Of costliest work, and Gothic tracery, Point still the spots, to hallow'd wedlock dear, Where rested on its solemn way the bier, That bore the bones of Edward's Elinor To mix with Royal dust at Westminster.-- Far different rites did thee to dust consign, Duke Brunswick's daughter, Princely Caroline. A hurrying funeral, and a banish'd grave, High-minded Wife! were all that thou could'st have. Grieve not, great Ghost, nor count in death thy losses; Thou in thy life-time had'st thy share of _crosses._ FOR THE "TABLE BOOK" (1827)