POETRY. •
AD CURCULIUM.
RARELY statesmen tip we find surviving One disaster crushing and complete. You upon continued failure thriving Owe adranceMent solely to defeat. Out of office dreariest of croakers, Yet when Fate or favour brings you in, Deadliest of Netnesis-provokers
Hy your boastful and vainglorious din.
Very brave—when sure of recognition; Turbulent in hours that call for calm; Spurred by an insatiate ambition, Grasping madly at a triple palm.
Great on land was our immortal Julius, Great was mighty Pompey on the sea, Daedalus in nether—yell, Curenlins, You were minded to eclipse all three.
Versatile, provocative. unstable, Never sticking long to any job, Taming Protons into fact from fable, Always shouting with the largest mob.
Once you branded as a cross Boeotian Him who your exactitude discussed, Now the most degraded Cappadocion Prompts a less invincible distrust.
Master of all methods of erasion, When your sins are proven to the hilt; Saddling, with a sinister persuasion, Colleagues with the burden of your guilt; Reticence and you have long been strangers; Ever you eschew the golden mean; Yet, the greatest of our public dangers, Still you strut upon the public scene. 7..
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