To watch o'er what his brain upbuilt,"
Punch sang. And now he lifts the hilt,
Warlike, against a Patriot Peace.
Calm warder then, challenger now.
The tower he reared would he attack,
Because—they have not called him back
Like CINCINNATUS from the plough?
"The wounds that he doth bear for Rome,"
Should speak wide-lipped against the change.
The new Coriolanus! Strange,