Unknown the shame that makes men dumb.
In vain, in vain accuse those Lords,
All Lords are right, by right divine,
No, gild anew their tarnished swords,
And let bereft plebeians whine:
You ask for proof of soldier’s skill—
How vaunts each bungling Bobadil!
You’ve Lord John Russell’s lectures yet,
Where’s William Russell’s teaching gone:
Of two such lessons, why forget