Globe-trampling foot, and hand that grips the bolt,—
Aye, and the lyre when I would play Apollo—
Are mine! Will low-born Genius dare revolt,
Or where I lead Greatness decline to follow?
Absurd! I hardly know in what great guise
To paint my greatness! I have sung of Ægir,
But he was but a sea-god, and his size
And strength compared with mine were small and meagre.
I am a Joint-stock Deity, as 'twere,
Olympus in a nutshell, Neptune, Mars,