George Ellis, The Rolliad, in Two Parts
“ Thy genius, Britain, sure inspir’d his soul To bless this Island with the race of ROLLE! Illustrious ROLLE! O may thy honour’d name Roll down distinguish’d on the Rolls of fame! Still first be found on Devon’s county polls! Still future Senates boast their future ROLLES! Since of all Rolls which in this world we see, The world has ne’er produc’d a Roll like thee. Hot Rolls and butter break the Briton’s fast, Thy speeches yield a more sublime repast. Compar’d to thine, how small their boasted heat! Nor, mix’d with treacle, are they half so sweet. ”
