Sonnet 3: "Not in thy robes of royal rich array"

Not in thy robes of royal rich array, As when thy state at Dresden thou art keeping; Nor with the golden epaulettes outpeeping From under pink and scarlet trappings gay (Raiment of doctors) through the area led; While galleries peal applause, and Phillimore For the supreme superlative cons-o'er The common-place-book of his classic head; Uncrowned thou com 'st, alone, or with a tribe Of volant varlets scattering jest and jibe Almost beside thee. Yet to thee, when rent Was the Teutonic Cæsar's robe, there went One portion: and with Julius, thou to-day Canst boast, I came, I saw, I went away!