Jayne, Laurence Eusden made it to The Stuffed Owl with four lines.
Hail, might Monarch! whom desert alone
Would, without birthright, raise up to the throne;
Thy virtues shine particularly nice,
Ungloom'd with a confinity to vice.
I hope George the Second was duly appreciative. Eusden did write, pre-Laureateship, a slightly gamey satire on women, which I've not so far tracked down.
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