For this! that laureates have lived of royal deeds to sing?
For this! the printing press was made, torpedoes, dynamite?
The iron ships, and bullet proof cuirass to scape the fight?
Was it for this! we've wove around the world a social net
Of speaking steel, that thou should'st perpetrate thy murder yet?
Out! out on thee! as traitor of thine oath unto the crown!
By gripping of thy butler, by his breech to jock him down,
Was it for this! that justice wrung thy neck on Tyburn tree,
To expiate the direful debt to justice due by thee?
For this! did Lord Macaulay write "The Lays of Antient Rome?"