“I suppose, if you dared, you would call me a liar.
Our engagement is ended, sir—yes, on the spot;
You’re a brute, and a monster, and—I don’t know what.”
I mildly suggested the words Hottentot,
Pickpocket, and cannibal, Tartar, and thief,
As gentle expletives which might give relief;
But this only proved as a spark to the powder,
And the storm I had raised came faster and louder;
It blew, and it rained, thundered, lightened, and hailed