Must spoil a man for a Pilot of State.
The knowing Nautilus sets her sails
In a way to weather the roughest gales;
But an egg for bark, with an imp for crew,
To navigate Politics' boundless blue,
Looks crank and queer;
Drifting comes dear—
It may pay for a day, but scarce for a year.
A Puck-like sprite it may please to see
"All things befall preposterously."