EMPEROR
Double, methinks, his accents ring,
And yet they no conviction bring.
Murmur
Of what avail!—a worn-out tale—
Calendery—and chemistry—
I the false word—full oft have heard—
And as of yore—we're hoax'd once more.
Double, methinks, his accents ring,
And yet they no conviction bring.
Murmur
Of what avail!—a worn-out tale—
Calendery—and chemistry—
I the false word—full oft have heard—
And as of yore—we're hoax'd once more.