Versos English John Reade But ever before, in his wine, towards me he shewed honour…

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But ever before, in his wine, towards me he shewed honour…

by (1826–)

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But ever before, in his wine, towards me he shewed honour and grace,— He was King, I was Queen, and those nobles he made them remember their place; But now all is changed: I am vile, they are honoured, they push me aside,— A butt for Memucan, and Shethar, and Meres, gone mad in their pride!