I stooped to—her!—let me not think of that;
'T would poison paradise!—but is that pride?
The Roman pride was stiff and taciturn,
And I,—they tell me, I "will still be talking,"
And no MENENIUS is by to say
In charity of the modern MARCIUS,
"Consider this:—he has been bred i'the wars
Since he could draw a sword, and is ill-school'd
In bolted language: meal and bran together
He throws without distinction."