Our babes, the people, might awake
And catch us in some grand mistake!
Or they might haply catch a gleam
Of light from our refulgent beam;
Like us become too ‘smart’ and wise,
And drive us from our paradise,
The chance of each log-rolling brother
For office, chosen by each other!”[q]
They call all men out-spoken, rash,
Who think pure truth the best of cash,