...et ignotas animum dimittit in artes, naturamque nouat. (to arts unknown he bends his wits, and alters nature.)

Ovid, Metamorphoses 

Your vernacular usage is privileged as the only discourse
Suited to the now compulsory affirmation of mediocrity.
Democracy. That’s fair enough I might  suppose. S’far as it goes.
Does it gather to a greatness like the ooze of oil? Toil. Toil
For endless gold and land? Do you break your bread with filthy hands? Greed forms the sinews of war. You ask is the welfare of the people the ultimate law??
No one is so old that he cannot live one more year. Or two. Or only a few.
This night is electric, such heavy make-up presages nothing supernatural. 
These respectable folk gathered on this stage put all-  heaven In a rage. The simple demand that all people should be free? Shockingly shows her naivety.
Angels alone, who soar, above, enjoy such unfettered love and liberty.
To live in hell but sing of heaven is that a freedom, you see?
A bracelet of bright hair about the bone is all that’s left of her,
Sir, I cannot see in your false democracy, anything to a-stir in me.