Edward Farmer

“ The soldier, when fighting for honor and fame,
Will strike yet the fiercer at sound of his name;
While the love-smile of Woman, to all justly dear,
Beams brighter by far, if the monarch draws near.
E'en the heart of the miser, tho' flinty and cold,
Will warm into rapture at sight of "King Gold."
Alike axe his vassals, the wise man and fool,
Each bows and submits, with delight, to his rule ”