Thy walks were spacious once, fair Lethington! When Charles the Witty made his progress here, What time the Duke, who reign’d above the throne, Thy many parks stored full of stately deer,[20] That venison-loving kings might not want cheer, Nor the fat cook be taken by surprise; Happy to leave the state—the spit to steer, And look an epicure in royal eyes, Who ne’er spoke nonsense, yet, ne’er acted wise!