HUSH!
Every thought is public,
Every nook is wide;
Thy gossips spread each whisper,
And the gods from side to side.
ORATOR.
He who has no hands
Perforce must use his tongue;
Foxes are so cunning
Because they are not strong.
ARTIST.
Quit the hut, frequent the palace,
Reck not what the people say;
For still, where’er the trees grow biggest,
Huntsmen find the easiest way.
POET.
Ever the Poet from the land
Steers his bark, and trims his sail;
Right out to sea his courses stand,
New worlds to find in pinnace frail.
POET.
To clothe the fiery thought
In simple words succeeds,
For still the craft of genius is
To mask a king in weeds.