When Thurlow this damn'd nonsense sent <br />(I hope I am not violent), <br />Nor men nor gods knew what he meant. <br /> <br />And since not even our Rogers' praise <br />To common sense his thoughts could raise-- <br />Why would they let him print his lays' <br /> <br />To me, divine Apollo, grant--O! <br />Hermilda s first and second canto, <br />I'm fitting up a new portmanteau; <br /> <br />And thus to furnish decent lining, <br />My own and others' bays I'm twining,-- <br />So, gentle Thurlow, throw me thine in.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-lord-thurlow-s-poems/
