I am no flatterer—you've supped full of flattery:  ⁴¹ They say you like it too—'t is no great wonder.

He whose whole life has been assault and battery,

At last may get a little tired of thunder;

And swallowing eulogy much more than satire, he

May like being praised for every lucky blunder,

Called "Saviour of the Nations"—not yet saved,—

And "Europe's Liberator"—still enslaved.  ⁴²