Disputes the kingliness of Cole.
Labour, no longer gross and brawny,
Finds its true hierophant in Tawney;
And, freed from all save Guild Control,
Attains its apogee in Cole.
Proud Prelates in their vestments lawny
Quail at the heresies of Tawney;
And prostrate Dukes in anguish roll,
Scared by the scrutiny of Cole.
The Nabob quits his brandy-pawnee