He wrote for divers papers, which, as everybody knows,
Is worse than serving in a shop or scaring off the crows.
He praised her queenly beauty first; and, later on, he hinted
At the vastness of her intellect with compliment unstinted;
He went with her a-riding, and his love for her was such
That he lent her all his horses and—she galled them very much.
One day They brewed a secret of a fine financial sort;
It related to Appointments, to a Man and a Report.
'Twas almost worth the keeping [only seven people knew it],
So Gunne rose up to seek the truth and patiently ensue it.
Perhaps an Aged Councillor had lost his aged head—
It was a Viceroy's Secret, but—perhaps the wine was red—