INSCRIB’D on many a learned page,
In mystic characters and sage,
Long time my first has stood;
And though its golden age be past,
In wooden walls it yet may last,
Till cloth’d with flesh and blood.
My second is a glorious prize
For all who love their wondering eyes
With curious sights to pamper;
But ’tis a sight—which should they meet
All’ improviso in the street,
Ye gods! how they would scamper!
My tout’ s a sort of wandering throne,
To woman limited alone,
The Salique law reversing;
But while th’ imaginary queen
Prepares to act this novel scene,
Her royal part rehearsing,
O’erturning her presumptuous plan,
Up climbs the old usurper—man,
And she jogs after as she can.
(Joanna Baillie)
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