Lawyers great books indite;
The creaking of their busy quills
I’ve never heard on Right.
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Each to his taste: some men prefer to play
Some sit in mystic meditation; someParade the street with tambourine and drum.One studies to decipher ancient loreWhich, proving stuff, he studies all the more;Another swears that learning is but goodTo darken things already understood,Then writes upon Simplicity so wellThat none agree on what he wants to tell,And future ages will declare his penInspired by gods…
‘O, I’m the Unaverage Man,
For my brother, the Average Man, outranMy fame with rapiditee,And I’m sunk in Oblivion’s sea,But my bully big brother the world can spanWith his wide notorietee.I do everything that I canTo make ’em attend to me,But the papers ignore the Unaverage ManWith a weird uniformitee.’So sang with a dolorous noteA voice that I heard from…
As time rolled on the whole world came to be
And some one said: ‘The changes that you seeIn the fair frame of things, from bad to worse,Are wrought by strikes. The sun withdrew his glimmerBecause the moon assisted with her shimmer.‘Then, when poor Luna, straining very hard,Doubled her light to serve a darkling world,He called her ‘scab,’ and meanly would retardHer rising: and at…
Cried Age to Youth: ‘Abate your speed!
But Youth pressed on without delayThe shout had reached but half the way
Here sleeps one of the greatest students
Nature endowed him with the giftOf the juristhrift.All points of law alike he threwThe dice to settle.Those honest cubes were loaded trueWith railway metal.
The Church’s compass, if you please,
Of variation;And many a soul has gone to griefOn this or that or t’other reefThrough faith unreckoning or briefMiscalculation.Misguidance is of perils chiefTo navigation.The obsequious thing makes, too, you’ll mark,Obeisance through a little arcOf declination;For Satan, fearing witches, drewFrom Death’s pale horse, one day, a shoe,And nailed it to his door to undoTheir machination.Since then…