A statesman is an easy man,
He tells his lies by rote;
A journalist makes up his lies
And takes you by the throat;
So stay at home' and drink your beer
And let the neighbours' vote,
i{Said the man in the golden breastplate}
i{Under the old stone Cross.}
Because this age and the next age
Engender in the ditch,
No man can know a happy man
From any passing wretch;
If Folly link with Elegance
No man knows which is which,
But actors lacking music
Do most excite my spleen,
They say it is more human
To shuffle, grunt and groan,
Not knowing what unearthly stuff
Rounds a mighty scene,
Said the man in the golden breastplate
Under the old stone Cross.
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SO Clear,so true,the scene to was the scene yesterday and sur tomorrow.We need to undestand doing something to please another soul to b our motto
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They are like a sinking ship. The rudder must be lost.
I like this poem and it's mostly truth. -
Yeats is GREAT!
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