A pedagogue incarnate; horn-book, tawse.

Cramming and chastisement, not making laws,

His talent and his temperament best befit.

Yet—once he lent his eloquence and wit

To aid the man he now maligns. Ah, me!

"Tricky!"—"corrupt!" What arrant fiddle-de-dee

It sounds—upon these moors, beneath the blue

Of unpolluted skies!

Homer, to you

I turn. Achilles in his wrath could rage,