COURTIERS.

I said the Lily was the queenly Flower,

And these bright creatures, sure, her Courtiers be! For they are robed all so royally,

E'en like the glittering guests of regal bower;

And, like them too, their chiefest rank aud power

Lie in their sounding titles, and we see

That both do value the embroiderie

Of their gay-tinted garb. In their first hour
Of modish fame, see how to both down bend,

In fashion's homage, all the wondering crowd
Of sycophant adorers! Should chance send
A newer star, how soon into a cloud
Shrink the late idols! whom no more ye find;

Nor have they either left ye any sweets behind.