Poem by Samuel Butler

Politicians

All the politics of the great
Are like the cunning of a cheat,
That lets his false dice freely run,
And trusts them to themselves alone,
But never lets a true one stir,
Without some fingering trick or slur;
And, when the gamester doubts his play,
Conveys his false dice safe away,
And leaves the true ones in the lurch
T’ endure the torture of the search.

1. Inventions
2. Laborious Writers
3. Smatterers
4. Fear
5. On a Club of Sots

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