deal, when stealth can compass well
The object which our surging souls shall seek;
For practice which necessity hath caused
Hath built a cunning it were hard to meet;
But when, impatient of long smould'ring wrongs,
We open take the bolo in our hands,
With bellies yearning for the blood of those
Who long have winked a proud disdainful eye
Beware! I say, beware! for mercy then is dead.
_Francos:_ But Quezox, hold! Water thy burning thoughts.
'Twere well to bridle firm such wordy steed,
For mayhap there be one with list'ning ear,
Who wide would publish what were worthy thoughts;
But which should covered be by mantle wise,
Until time furnisheth the proper hour,
To tongue them into words with cautious garb
So they shall mellow sound a fiery thought.
_Quezox:_ Thy mind, sweet Francos, pregnant is, with thought,
And well I ween, thou Caesar's words hast weighed.
But patience is a burden hard to bear
And oft it galls the back on which 'tis placed.
_Francos:_ But Quezox, listen. Speed thy mind beyond
The present passing hour, and wise reflect
That like a blanket on the jackass spread,
Patience can guard against the chafing wound.
_Quezox:_ Ah, Francos, well I know that wisdom bears
With weight of mountains on my retching soul.
But I will set my shoulders like the gods,
And bear the load as Atlas doth the skies.
_Francos:_ But, Quezox, I am filled with anxious thoughts
Anent sweet Seldonskip, whose wandering eye
Doth lecherous look upon each passing dame.
The fire of youth that wanders through his veins
May scandal breed, and it were well to look
With watchful eye upon his every act
Affairs of state with mighty import soar
Above the intrigues of a callow youth,
Hence we must owlish vigil constant keep
And in good sooth, it might indeed be well
To speak him fair, and warning subtle give
Lest his distemper lead to grievous ill.
_Quezox:_ Alas I know the temptress doth beguile;
Hence sympathy doth plead for helping hand.
If 'tis thy wish, I in most guarded speech
Will whisper caution in his youthful ear.
_Franc