And L’Espana the maniac quean’s.
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And this school-boy, with hands and with heart still so clean,
Conscience clear of offence as a lamb—
If ever the world, flesh, and devil were seen,
In a foul female Cerberus, crown’d as a Queen,
’Twas in her he’d to blush for as dam!
“But how,” said the Boy, “for as mad as you seemed,
So much wits did you e’er come to show,
As to hurl down the idols that gods you late deemed,