Those now at the helm from it hurled,
And their place taken crassâ Minervâ,
Had better look squalls in the face,
Make snug for a douche and a drenching,
And—Queen, Lords, and Commons—embrace
The supports that will stand the most wrenching.
Were I Queen, I'd not so play my rôle,
As if bent to prove those right who flout me,
And show, while folks pay the Crown toll,
How well things can go on without me.