They're at least as absurd as dogmatic.
The Curfew you'd better restore;
You'd no doubt be delighted to do so,
But you won't close the West-End at four,
Until, like poor Robinson Crusoe,
Or Selkirk, you're "monarch of all you survey,"
Which won't be, my Newton, this many a day.
Nay, things have not come to that pass;
And Matthews's obstinate backing,
Will not close the case against Cass.