Fighting was better! There, no fancy-fling
"Pitches you past the point was reached of yore
By Samsons, Abners, Joabs, Judases,
The mighty men of valor who, before
"Our little day, did wonders none profess
To doubt were fable and not fact, so trust
By fancy-flights to emulate much less.
"Were I a Statesman, now! Why, that were just
To pinnacle my soul, mankind above,
A-top the universe: no vulgar lust