Willing to be some sordid creature’s tool,
So he but seem a little while to rule—
On him even moral pigmies would look down;
Were prizes given for shame, he’d wear the crown.
Richard Watson Gilder.
GIVE ME A THEME
“GIVE me a theme,” the little poet cried,
“And I will do my part.”
“’Tis not a theme you need,” the world replied;