He overtook a Crab, who’d paused to gaze
Where stood the Pole. His courteous amaze
Sol’s wrath allays.
Now, even as the Goat was set to guard
The Southern Pole, and visitors retard,
The task of Mr. Crab was just as hard:
The North he barred.
But what’s the use of knock-down argument,
When courtesy will answer your intent?
If with a little tact ’tis wisely blent.