• Who Court obtain within Himself

    Sees every Man a King —

    And Poverty of Monarchy

    Is an interior thing —


    No Man depose

    Whom Fate Ordain —

    And Who can add a Crown

    To Him who doth continual

    Conspire against His Own

  • Who goes to dine must take his Feast

    Or find the Banquet mean —

    The Table is not laid without

    Till it is laid within.


    For Pattern is the Mind bestowed

    That imitating her

    Our most ignoble Services

    Exhibit worthier.

  • Who has not found the Heaven — below —

    Will fail of it above —

    For Angels rent the House next ours,

    Wherever we remove —

  • Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights —

    With plain inspecting face —

    "Did you" or "Did you not," to ask —

    'Tis "Conscience" — Childhood's Nurse —


    With Martial Hand she strokes the Hair

    Upon my wincing Head —

    "All" Rogues "shall have their part in" what —

    The Phosphorous of God —

  • Why, oh why was Kater lifted

    From the darkness, where he drifted

    All unknown, and raised to honour,

    Side by side with Dick O'connor,

    In the Council, free from row?

    Who is Kater, anyhow?


    Did he lend our armies rally,

    Like the recent Billy Dalley?

    Did he lend a Premier money,...

  • Who is the East?

    The Yellow Man

    Who may be Purple if He can

    That carries in the Sun.


    Who is the West?

    The Purple Man

    Who may be Yellow if He can

    That lets Him out again.

  • Who never wanted — maddest Joy

    Remains to him unknown —

    The Banquet of Abstemiousness

    Defaces that of Wine —


    Within its reach, though yet ungrasped

    Desire's perfect Goal —

    No nearer — lest the Actual —

    Should disentrall thy soul —

  • Who occupies this House?

    A Stranger I must judge

    Since No one know His Circumstance —

    'Tis well the name and age


    Are writ upon the Door

    Or I should fear to pause

    Where not so much as Honest Dog

    Approach encourages.


    It seems a curious Town —

    Some Houses very...

  • Who were "the Father and the Son"

    We pondered when a child,

    And what had they to do with us

    And when portentous told


    With inference appalling

    By Childhood fortified

    We thought, at least they are no worse

    Than they have been described.


    Who are "the Father and the Son"...