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XV

Soon as (according to his promises)

The bridal embassy had taken wing,

And vanish’d, bird-like, o’er the suburb trees,

The emperor, empierced with the sharp sting

Of love, retired, vex’d and murmuring

Like any drone shut from the fair bee-queen,

Into his cabinet, and there did fling

His limbs upon the sofa, full of spleen,

And damn’d his House of Commons, in complete chagrin.