And like your ci-devant chapeau,
Give it a weathercock also:—
But make it fast, dear Sir, because
It may be lost as Gilpin’s was[32]
“In judgment,”—(’tis an ancient line,)
“Remember mercy,”—O Divine!
And, when your enemy lies low,
Desist,—strike not another blow.
But, since you deign to wield your pen,
Achilles-like, and fight again:—