The Vision of Judgment 100

Satan bow'd, and was silent. 'Well, if you, 
With amiable modesty, decline 
My offer, what says Michael? There are few 
Whose memoirs could be render'd more divine. 
Mine is a pen of all work; not so new 
As it once was, but I would make you shine 
Like your own trumpet. By the way, my own 
Has more of brass in it, and is as well blown. 

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)