The Claimant I defied,
No Tichborne he, and if not—who?
‘Orton,’ the jury cried.
“Ah, well-a-day! what evil looks,
Had I from old and young!
To the convict’s doom, to the living tomb,
The pestilent man I flung!
“And ever since a Shibboleth
The world’s opinion rules;
Fools and fanatics they who doubt—