A Knock-down Argument; 'tis But A Word

If By The People You Understand The Multitude, The Hoi Polloi, 'tis No Matter What They Think; They Are Sometimes In The Right, Sometimes In The Wrong; Their Judgment Is A Mere Lottery.

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.

Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of Steering, Are Neither Fish, Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave The Blow.

So Poetry, Which Is In Oxford Made An Art, In London Only Is A Trade.