The Victims.
When Glo’ster, humpback’d Prince was young,
While yet on fostering breast he hung,
His mind being, like his body, made ill,
The Vices throng’d around his cradle;
Exulting, sneering, grinning, fighting,
They set his early teeth a biting;
By turns they taught the embrio King,
To roar and cry for everything;
Once, while he slept, and all were fired,