complimentary epigram on maria riddell

　　“praise woman still,” his lordship roars,

　　“deserv'd or not, no matter?”

　　but thee, whom all my soul adores,

　　ev'n flattery cannot flatter:

　　maria, all my thought and dream,

　　inspires my vocal shell;

　　the more i praise my lovely theme,

　　the more the truth i tell.