THE man of brains, of fair repute and birth,

Who loves high place above all else of earth—

Who loves it so, he’ll go without the power,

If he may hold the semblance but an hour;

Willing to be some sordid creature’s tool,

So he but seem a little while to rule—

On him even moral pigmies would look down;

Were prizes given for shame, he’d wear the crown.