To My Twin.

Hector! your name is justly given, take

My passing will, my brother, take it all

Let not your courage with ill fortune break;

And when the curtains on my life must fall,

As fall they must -- 't is destiny they must,

Tell them of all we suffered, tell them straight,

Leave not your sword within its sheath to rust

Or diminish the light of your gold plate.

Live, my dearest twin, and show the people,

What Angle magnificence is, our blood

Is pure English, our bond inseparable,

Let the glories of your character stud

A sky of fated glory, your life long

And happy, and prosperous, and lavish,

Lavish I say! Wealth and honours will throng

Around you, this I know and will cherish.