And raised the scientific head.
Our frugal Queen, to save her meat,
Exalts the heads that cannot eat.
Swift’s anger against the Queen, who once promised him some medals, but who never kept her word, and from whom he had hoped, perhaps, for a patronage which he failed to acquire, was further illustrated about this time in a fiercely satirical poem, in which he says:—
May Caroline continue long—
For ever fair and young—in song.
What, though the royal carcase must,
Squeez’d in a coffin, turn to dust?
Those elements her name compose,
Like atoms, are exempt from blows.