Impostor at once, I warrant.

The Emperor—truth might tax him

With ignorance of the maxim

"Shear sheep but nowise flay them!"

And the Vulgar that obey them,

The Ruled, well-matched with the Ruling,

They failed not of wholesome schooling

On their knavery and their fooling.

As for Art—where 's decorum? Pooh-poohed it is

By Poets that plague us with lewd ditties,