Burned with an inspiring vigor,
Deserving respect & utter fear,
Purveyed own notions to each dunce,
When a young flame, he was once.
Now more senile and gray,
Full of morose, bereft veneration,
Arduous task is, a mere oration,
The dying flame, will douse any day.
Parched minds he quenched,
And anxious hearts he allayed;
Does the actor not deserve an aid,
For the act so well played?