A rival of me and my ways to be hard on.
No; at a neat "counter" a cur only blubbers;
And they who play bowls must expect to have rubbers.
I may have a word to put in by and by;
Young Rosebery, doubtless, will know how to put it.
At present on matters I'll just keep an eye.
The World's gate is Trade, and nobody can shut it
So tight—by mere Treaties—skill can't turn the handle.
One might as well bolt the back door with a candle.
'Tis all Swag and Swagger! I very much fear