King Edward

Proud amazon of women, since ye deem Death but a lightly thing, ye shall not die Till scorn shall have a merry jubilee! Coped in an iron cage, on Berwick’s turrets, Thoul’t be enthroned to reign through irksome life, (Like Buchan’s countess, that audacious rebel,) To ornament the walls which ye preserved, And be the queen of laughter to the city.