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COURTIERS. 
I said the Lily was the queenly Flower, 
And these bright creatures, sure, her Courtiers be 
For they are robed all so royally. 
E’en like the glittering guests of regal bower; 
And, like them too, their chiefest rank and power 
Lie in their sounding titles, and we see 
That both do value the embroiderie 
Of their gay-tinted garb. In their first hour 
Of modish fame, see how to both down bend. 
In fashion’s homage, all the wondering crowd 
Of sycophant adorers ! Should chance send 
A newer star, how soon into a cloud 
Shrink the late idols! whom no more ye find ; 
Nor have they either left ye any sweets behind. 
