XVIII. But thou forsooth must be a king, As if that foolish robe could wring XIX. Where may the wearied eye repose Yes-one-the first-the last-the best- Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeath'd the name of Washington, |
XVIII. But thou forsooth must be a king, As if that foolish robe could wring XIX. Where may the wearied eye repose Yes-one-the first-the last-the best- Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeath'd the name of Washington, |