As German Emperor; and each knew how His evil part to play, nor mercy show. The German had one aim, it was to take All land he could, and it his own to make. The Pole already having Baltic shore, Seized Celtic ports, still needing more and more. On all the Northern Sea his crafts roused fear: Iceland beheld his demon navy near. Antwerp the German burnt; and Prussias twain Bowed to the yoke. The Polish King was fain To help the Russian Spotocus--his aid Was like the help that in their common trade A sturdy butcher gives a weaker one. The King it is who seizes, and this done, The Emp'ror pillages, usurping right In war Teutonic, settled but by might. The King in Jutland cynic footing gains, The weak coerced, the while with cunning pains The strong are duped. But 'tis a law they make That their accord themselves should never break. From Arctic seas to cities Transalpine, Their hideous talons, curved for sure rapine, Scrape o'er and o'er the mournful continent, Their plans succeed, and each is well content. Thus under Satan's all paternal care They brothers are, this royal bandit pair. Oh, noxious conquerors! with transient rule Chimera heads--ambition can but fool. Their misty minds but harbor rottenness Loathsome and fetid, and all barrenness-- Their deeds to ashes turn, and, hydra-bred, The mystic skeleton is theirs to dread. The daring German and the cunning Pole Noted to-day a woman had control Of lands, and watched Mahaud like evil spies; And from the Emp'ror's cruel mouth--with dyes Of wrath empurpled--came these words of late: "The empire wearies of the wallet weight Hung at its back--this High and Low Lusace, Whose hateful load grows heavier apace, That now a woman holds its ruler's place." Threatening, and blood suggesting, every word; The watchful Pole was silent--but he heard. Two monstrous dangers; but the heedless one Babbles and smiles, and bids all care begone-- Likes lively speech--while all the poor she makes To love her, and the taxes off she takes. A life of dance and pleasure she has known-- A woman always; in her jewelled crown It is the pearl she loves--not cutting gems, For these can wound, and mark men's diadems. She pays the hire of Homer's copyists, And in the Courts of Love presiding, lists.