—We hear women’s shrieks on them. We like your phrase,
Dominion domestic! And that roar,
‘What seek you?’ is of tyrants in all days.
Sir, get you something of our purity,
And we will of your strength: we ask no more.
That is the sum of what seek we.
XXXVII.
—O for an image, madam, in one word,
To show you, as the lightning night reveals,
Your error and your perils: you have erred