Who confronted oppressors with England's broad ægis,
And haughtily ordered the despots to read
On its blazon, the duties that Lords owe to Lieges.
Who has fluttered, not pigeons (like us, dear Lord A.,
Who all "pigeon-livered, lack gall" to sustain us)
But Eagles, Spread, Double, Red, Black, White, and Grey,
And cried "kennel!" to Kings with his Civis Romanus.
Whose name gives the sign for a chorus of groans,
Where, crowned and anointed things gibber in ermine,
And, where slaves crawl and slaver the footsteps of thrones,