Not dreamt in your philosophy.
And yet, how strange! Our "world," today,
Tried in the scale, would scarce outweigh
Your Roman cronies;
Walk in the Park,—you'll seldom fail
To find a Sybaris on the rail
By Lydia's ponies,
Or hap on Barrus, wigged and stayed,
Ogling some unsuspecting maid.
The great Gargilius, then, behold!