Be still, be still, and speak not back again.
What right have you to answer in this strain?
Whilst I'm a man, a prince of the creation,
You're but a female woman by your station;
A creature for man's sovereign service born,
Whose fitting wages are contempt and scorn.
A creature formed to dive down in the sea
To fetch up sea-eggs for the likes of me;
Only too grateful, when we've stilled our greed,
If on our leavings you're allowed to feed.
If thus I speak, I speak on public grounds,
My only aim is to keep well in bounds.
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LONDON:
Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
_Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.
Footnotes:
{14} Karise-By = Karise Village.
{30} Composed upon the occasion of the refusal by Lockhart to insert, in
_The Quarterly Review_, Borrow's Essay suggested by Ford's _Hand-book for
Travellers in Spain_, 1845, in the unmutilated and unamended form in
which the author had written it.