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.