Farewell Petition to R. C. H., Esq by Lord Byron

O thou yclep'd by vulgar sons of Men / Cam Hobhouse! but by wags Byzantian Ben! / Twin sacred titles, which combined appear / To grace thy volume's front, and gild its rear, / Since now thou put'st thyself and work to Sea / And leav'st all Greece to Fletcher and to me, / Oh, hear my single muse our sorrows tell, / One song for self and Fletcher quite as well -

First to the Castle of that man of woes / Dispatch the letter which I must enclose, / And when his lone Penelope shall say / Why, where, and wherefore doth my William stay? / Spare not to move her pity, or her pride - / By all that Hero suffered, or defied; / The chicken's toughness, and the lack of ale / The stoney mountain and the miry vale / The Garlick steams, which half his meals enrich, / The impending vermin, and the threatened Itch, / That ever breaking Bed, beyond repair! / The hat too old, the coat too cold to wear, / The Hunger, which repulsed from Sally's door / Pursues her grumbling half from shore to shore, / Be these the themes to greet his faithful Rib / So may thy pen be smooth, thy tongue be glib!