CORDAY.
Hearts must not sink at seeing Law lie dead;
No, Corday, no;
Else Justice had not crown’d in heaven thy head
Profaned below.
Three women France hath borne, each greater far
Than all her men,
And greater many were than any are
At sword or pen.
Corneille, the first among Gaul’s rhymer race
Whose soul was free,
Descends from his high station, proud to trace
His line in thee.