Manager.
Ye twain, in good and evil day
So oft my solace and my stay,
Say, have ye heard sure word, or wandering rumour
How our new scheme affects the public humour?
Without the multitude we cannot thrive,
Their maxim is to live and to let live.
The posts are up, the planks are fastened, and
Each man’s agog for something gay and grand.
With arched eyebrows they sit already there,