Could it beside your couch appear,
And whisper in his foeman's ear?
Share you not that which shamed him most?
You flaunt the Press against the Throne?
You bare State secrets to the crowd?
You who against the Mob were loud,
With mockery MARCIUS well might own?
It doth not fit a splendid past.
The Sentinel in arms arrayed
Against the Citadel, a shade