Nor all the toils of thoughtful Peace engage,
'Tis thine to form the hero as the sage.
I see the sable-suited prince advance
With lillies crown'd, the spoils of bleeding France,
Edward — the Muses in you hallow'd shade
Bound on his tender thigh the martial blade:
Bade him the steel for British Freedom draw,
And Oxford taught the deeds that Cressy saw.