Will no kind Flood, no friendly Rain
Disguise the Marshal's plain Disgrace?
No Torrents swell the low ?
The World will say, he durst not pass.
Why will no  appear,
Dear Poet, on the Banks of ?
Just as they did that mighty Year,
When You turn'd  into .
The Water- are too unkind
To ; are the Land- so?
And fly They All, at Once Combin'd
To shame a General, and a Beau?