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THE PRINCESS;
So clipt, so stinted in our triumph—barr'dEv'n from our free heart-thanks, and every way Thwarted and vext, and lastly catechisedBy our own creature! one that made our laws!Our great she-Solon! her that built the nestTo hatch the cuckoo! whom we call'd our friend! But we will crush the lie that glances at usAs cloaking in the larger charitiesSome baby predilection: all amazed!We must amaze this legislator more.Fling our doors wide! all, all, not one, but all, Not only he, but by my mother's soul,Whatever man lies wounded, friend or foe,Shall enter, if he will. Let our girls flit,Till the storm die! but had you stood by us, The roar that breaks the Pharos from his base Had left us rock. She fain would sting us too, But shall not. Pass, and mingle with your likes. Go, help the half-brain'd dwarf, Society,To find low motives unto noble deeds,
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