The Muses, Mercury, and Fame. on Occasion of Sir William Irby's Being Created Lord Boston

The Muses were on Pindus met, When Hermes brought a coronet, And said,—his brow let this entwine In whom the fairest virtues shine.

He, whose benevolence of soul No selfish impulse can controul; In whom politeness is combin'd With sylvan probity of mind: Who candid, generous, and just, We safely to his word may trust: Who, view'd in each domestic light, Husband, or father, glads the sight: Whose offspring form his darling care, And thence each wish'd perfection share: Whose firm fidelity, long tried, Like gold, will every test abide: Whose ceaseless services must claim, 'Mongst courtiers, some distinguish'd name: Who, to his sovereign's interest true, Has Britain's weal in stedfast view. When Fame, who listen'd all the while, Stept in, and spake thus with a smile.

Muses!—If you would justice show, Let me the radiant gift bestow.

Her airy pinions then she spread, And plac'd it on lov'd Irby's head.