VICARIOUS MARTYRS:
WRITTEN AND SENT AS A VALENTINE TO MY HEN-PECKED SCHOOLMASTER.
I wonder if thy Tyrant knows
That every peck she gives to thee
Brings down a perfect show'r of blows
On my companions and on me.
Martyrs vicarious are we all:
Too great a coward thou to rule
Thy wife, or let thy vengeance fall
On her—and so thou flog'st the school.