Chapter 99 No.99

He was a man of middle age;

In aspect manly, grave, and sage,

As on king's errand come;

But in the glances of his eye,

A penetrating, keen, and sly

Expression found its home;

The flash of that satiric rage,

Which, bursting on the early stage,

Branded the vices of the age,

And broke the keys of Rome.

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