I could have liv'd like Hengiſt, King of Kent, / London, York, Lincoln, and VVincheſter, / Under the povver of my Command, the portion / Of my moſt juſt deſert, enjoyed novv / By pettier Deſervers.

This song of soul I struggle to outbear, […]

Well that's an ad hominem argument.

And set a double varnish on the fame / The Frenchman gave you.