O great Apostle rightly now
Thou readest all thy Saviour meant,
What time his grave, yet gentle brow,
In sweet reproof on thee was bent.
Keble.
Rash was the tongue, and unadvisedly bold,
Which sought, Salome, for thy favoured twain
Above their fellows, in Messiah’s reign
On right, on left, the foremost place to hold.
More rash, perhaps, and bolder, that which told