Misguided Prince! no longer urge Thy Fate,
Nor tempt the Hero to unequal War;
Fam'd in Misfortune, and in Ruin Great,
Confess the Force of  stronger Star.
Those Laurel Groves (the Merits of thy Youth)
Which Thou from  didst greatly gain,
While bold Assertor of resistless Truth,
Thy Sword did Godlike Liberty maintain,
Must from thy Brow their falling Honors shed;
And their transplanted Wreaths must deck a worthier Head.