The pink of earthly Regents,
Who shakes three nations with his nod,
And bows them to obedience.
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'Thro' Brighton streets the carriage rolls,
Loud greeted by the million,
Who, crowding thick as herring shoals,
Block'd up the gay Pavilion.
'Now from his carriage Cæsar hopp'd,
(No second Master Ellar[83])