Chapter 21 TWO KINGS

The forward youth that would appear

Must now forsake his Muses dear,

Nor in the shadows sing

His numbers languishing.

'Tis time to leave the books in dust,

And oil the unusèd armour's rust,

Removing from the wall

The corselet of the hall.

So restless Cromwell could not cease

In the inglorious arts of peace,

But through