Vicarious Martyrs: Written And Sent As A Valentine To My Hen-Pecked Schoolmaster.
I wonder if thy Tyrant knows
That every peck she gives to thee
Brings down a perfect show'r of blows
On my companions and on me.
Martyrs vicarious are we all:
Too great a coward thou to rule
Thy wife, or let thy vengeance fall
On her--and so thou flog'st the school.
That every peck she gives to thee
Brings down a perfect show'r of blows
On my companions and on me.
Martyrs vicarious are we all:
Too great a coward thou to rule
Thy wife, or let thy vengeance fall
On her--and so thou flog'st the school.
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