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 * To waiting-maids, and bed-room coteries,
 * Nor till fit time against her fame wage battle.
 * Poor Elfinan! is very ill at ease,
 * Let us resume his subject if you please:
 * For it may comfort and console him much,
 * To rhyme and syllable his miseries;
 * Poor Elfinan! whose cruel fate was such,

He sat and cursed a bride he knew he could not touch.


 * The bridal embassy had taken wing,
 * And vanish'd, bird-like, o'er the suburb trees,
 * The Emperor, empierced with the sharp sting
 * Of love, retired, vex'd and murmuring
 * Like any drone shut from the fair bee-queen,
 * Into his cabinet, and there did fling
 * His limbs upon a sofa, full of spleen.

And damn'd his House of Commons, in complete chagrin.


 * "I'll put a mark against some rebel names,
 * I'll make the opposition-benches wince,
 * I'll show them very soon, to all their shames,
 * What 'tis to smother up a prince's flames;
 * That ministers should join in it, I own,
 * Surprises me!—they too at these high games!