text:  In Lud's old walls though long I rul'd renown'd Far as loud Bow's stupendous bells resound; Though my own aldermen conferr'd the bays To me committing their eternal praise Their full-fed heroes their pacific may'rs Their annual trophies and their monthly wars: Though long my party built on me their hopes For writing pamphlets and for roasting Popes; Yet lo! in me what authors have to brag on! Reduc'd at last to hiss in my own dragon