Chapter 1627 of 1964 · 67 words · ~1 min read

CIX.

The politicians, in a nook apart, Discussed the World, and settled all the spheres: The wits watched every loophole for their art, To introduce a _bon-mot_ head and ears; Small is the rest of those who would be smart, A moment's good thing may have cost them years Before they find an hour to introduce it; And then, even _then_, some bore may make them lose it.