On whose majestic, blush-disdaining face,
The steady hand of Fate wrote—IMPUDENCE!
Hail to thy dauntless front, and aspect bold!
Thrice hail! magnificent, immortal scold!
"The goddess, from the upper gallery's height,
With heedful look the jealous fishwife eyes;
Though early train'd to urge the mouthing fight,
She hears thy bellowing powers with new surprise;
Returns instructed to the realms that bore her,
Adopts thy tones, and carries all before her.