Joanna Baillie - A Riddle (#2) lyrics

INSCRIB'D on many a learned page, In mystic characters and sage, Long time my first has stood; And though its golden age be past, In wooden walls it yet may last, Till cloth'd with flesh and blood. My second is a glorious prize For all who love their wondering eyes With curious sights to pamper; But 'tis a sight-which should they meet All' improviso in the street, Ye gods! how they would scamper! My tout' s a sort of wandering throne, To woman limited alone, The Salique law reversing; But while th' imaginary queen Prepares to act this novel scene, Her royal part rehearsing, O'erturning her presumptuous plan, Up climbs the old usurper-man, And she jogs after as she can.