A surgeon's[263] statement, and an earl's[264] harangues!
A bust delayed,[265]—a book[266] refused, can shake
The sleep of Him who kept the world awake.
Is this indeed the tamer of the Great,[dy]
Now slave of all could tease or irritate—
The paltry gaoler[267] and the prying spy,
The staring stranger with his note-book nigh?[268]70
Plunged in a dungeon, he had still been great;
How low, how little was this middle state,
Between a prison and a palace, where