Yes, I, who have vaunted in song
Lax loveliness all my life long,
Am wedded in fact to a prude!
Ay, Liberty, Sir, you must learn,
Is a bigot inflexibly stern,
Who, heedless of time and of place,
Directly the tinsel she spies
On Servility’s livery, cries,
“Away with the rascally lace!”
Your dross she an insult would deem!