Do, Crockford, let the secret out,
Why thus your houses fall.
Quoth he: ‘Since folks are not in town,
I find it better to pull down,
Than have no pull at all.’
“See, passenger, at Crockford’s high behest,
Red-coats by black-legs ousted from their nest;
The arts of peace o’ermatching reckless war,
And gallant Rouge undone by wily Noir!
“‘Impar congressus’ …