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O Broker-King, is this thy wisdom's fruit?

A dynasty plucked out as 't were a weed

Grown rankly in a night, that leaves no seed! 70

Could eighteen years strike down no deeper root?

But now thy vulture eye was turned on Spain;

A shout from Paris, and thy crown falls off,

Thy race has ceased to reign,

And thou become a fugitive and scoff:

Slippery the feet that mount by stairs of gold,

And weakest of all fences one of steel;

Go and keep school again like him of old,

The Syracusan tyrant;—thou mayst feel

Royal amid a birch-swayed commonweal! 80