Writing from the Most Holy Something-or-Other in Rome, Mike
asks, "When is there to be an end of that unbridled audacity
of yours, swaggering about as it does now? Do not the mighty
minds of Lit-Id reading every post of yours -- do not the
people posting throughout the world -- does not the alarm of
the people, and the union of all good men -- does not the
precaution taken of assembling the facts in this most
defensible place -- do not the looks and countenances of
this venerable List here present, have nay effect upon you?"
[music up]
A robe of seeming truth and trust Hid crafty Observation; And secret hung, with poison’d crust, The dirk of Defamation: A mask that like the gorget show’d, Dye-varying on the pigeon; And for a mantle large and broad, He wrapt him in Religion.
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