We cannot such omissions see,           

             And countenance—It should appear,           

             You know not we are sovereign here!           

             The soldiers of our chosen band           

             Approach not till we give command.           

             We every look and action sway,           

             And they with prompt delight obey.           

             For height, and size, and such like things,           

             We care far less than other kings;           

             But station, learning, no pretence,           

             Can make us with our power dispense.           

             The warrior must not here look big,           

             The lawyer doffs his forked wig,           

             The portly merchant rich and free,           

             Forgets his pride and bends the knee;           

             The doctor gives his terrors scope,           

             And, like a patient, whines for hope;           

             In short the wise have childish fits,           

             And fools and madmen find their wits.           

             "Then go—this silly pride subdue,           

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