Should man the ship, direct the helm.
What merchant sends his bark afloat,
Manned by a loose, promiscuous vote
Of those who know nor rope nor chart,
Nor Charles’ Wain from farmer’s cart?
And yet, the nobler Ship of State
We leave to more ignoble fate;
The shuttle-cock of partisans,
Whose breath or mans it or unmans;
And, through base demagogues, inflates