LXII.

This is the literary lower empire,

Where the praetorian bands take up the matter;—

A "dreadful trade," like his who "gathers samphire," The insolent soldiery to soothe and flatter,

With the same feelings as you'd coax a vampire.

Now, were I once at home, and in good satire,

I'd try conclusions with those Janizaries,

And show them what an intellectual war is.

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