LXXXIV.

Shut up the World at large, let Bedlam out; And you will be perhaps surprised to find All things pursue exactly the same route, As now with those of _soi-disant_ sound mind. This I could prove beyond a single doubt, Were there a jot of sense among Mankind; But till that _point d'appui_ is found, alas! Like Archimedes, I leave Earth as 't was.