Settled more than a hundred year By the river and county of St. Savier, The Wingate held their ancestry As high as Taliaferro or Huger, Maryland Carroll, Virginia Lee. They had ill-spelt letters of Albemarle’s And their first grant ran from the second Charles, Clerkly inscribed upon parchmentries “To our well-beloved John Wingate, these,” Though envy hinted the royal mood Held more of humor than gratitude And the well-beloved had less applied To honest John than his tall young bride, At least their eldest to John’s surprise, Was very like Monmouth about the eyes, Till his father wondered if every loyalty Was always so richly repaid by royalty, But, having long found that the principal question In a happy life is a good digestion And the worst stomachic of all is jealousy He gave up the riddle, and settled zealously To farming his acres, begetting daughters,