See Garrick in poor Lear rave,
Borne down the tide of sore distress!
He seems 'gainst each o'erwhelming wave
With hoary majesty to press!
See Sheridan in Denmark's heir! —
Wide spreads the prospect of despair!
With dusky clouds the sky is hung!
Pale horror falters on his tongue!
Torn is his wretched mind! ev'n now I view
Cold, pain-wrought drops his mournful face bedew!