Saturday, March 9, 2013

Post 3.9.2013.7

Herald:  That one point gives the better of the game
To me.  The town I come from is controlled
By one man, not a mob.  And there is no one
To puff it up with words, for private gain,
Swaying it this way, that way.  Such a man
First flatters it with wealth, of favors; then
He does it harm, but covers up his blunders
By blaming other men, and goes scot-free.
The people is no right judge of arguments;
Then how can it give right guidance to a city?
A poor man, working hard, could not attend
To public matters, even if ignorance
Were not his birthright.  When a wretch, a nothing,
Obtains respect and power from the people
By talk, his betters sicken at the sight.

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