Or are toss'd by such allegorical elves
As Pride, Hate, Greed, and Ambition!
CXCI.
The independent Miss Kilmansegg
Took off her independent Leg
And laid it beneath her pillow,
And then on the bed her frame she cast,
The time for repose had come at last,
But long, long, after the storm is past
Rolls the turbid, turbulent billow.