The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and MarvelsIngoldsby, Thomas
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The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and Marvels
Ingoldsby, Thomas
English fiction -- 19th century; English poetry -- 19th century; English wit and humor; Humorous poetry, English
The Most Reverend Don Garcilasso Quevedo
Was just at this time, as he Now held the Primacy,
(Always attached to the See of Toledo,)
A man of great worship _Officii virtute_
Versed in all that pertains to a Counsellor's duty.
Well skill'd to combine Civil law with divine;
As a statesman, inferior to none in that line;
As an orator, too, He was equalled by few;
Uniting, in short, in tongue, head-piece, and pen,
The very great powers of three very great men,
Talleyrand,--who will never drive down Piccadilly more
To the Traveller's Club-House!--Charles Phillips--and Phillimore.
Not only at home But even at Rome
There was not a Prelate among them could cope
With the Primate of Spain in the eyes of the Pope.
(The Conclave was full, and they'd not a spare hat, or he
'd long since been Cardinal, Legate _à latere_,
A dignity fairly his due, without flattery,
So much he excited among all beholders
Their marvel to see At his age--thirty-three
Such a very old head on such very young shoulders,)
No wonder the King, then, in this his distress,
Should send for so sage an adviser express,
Who, you'll readily guess, Could not do less
Than start off at once, without stopping to dress,
In his haste to get Majesty out of a mess.
His grace the Archbishop comes up the back way,
Set apart for such Nobles as have the _entrée_,
_Viz._ Grandees of the first class, both cleric and lay;
Walks up to the monarch, and makes him a bow,
As a dignified clergyman always knows how,
Then replaces the mitre at once on his brow;
For, in Spain, recollect, As a mark of respect
To the Crown, if a Grandee uncovers, it's quite
As a matter of option, and not one of right;
A thing not conceded by _our_ Royal Masters,
Who always make Noblemen take off their "castors,"
Except the heirs male Of John Lord Kinsale,
A stalwart old Baron, who, acting as Henchman
To one of our early Kings, kill'd a big Frenchman;
A feat which his Majesty deigning to smile on,
Allow'd him thenceforward to stand with his "tile" on;
And all his successors have kept the same privilege
Down from those barbarous times to our civil age.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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