Chapter 1179 of 1964 · 63 words · ~1 min read

V.

I am no flatterer--you've supped full of flattery:[482] They say you like it too--'t is no great wonder. He whose whole life has been assault and battery, At last may get a little tired of thunder; And swallowing eulogy much more than satire, he May like being praised for every lucky blunder, Called "Saviour of the Nations"--not yet saved,-- And "Europe's Liberator"--still enslaved.[483]