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 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 can not live one more year. Or two. Or just 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? 
Angels alone, who soar above, enjoy such unfettered liberty.
To live in hell but sing of heaven that is Cavalier freedom, you see?
A bracelet of her bright hair about the bone is all that’s left of her,
Sir, I can not see in your false democracy anything to a-stir in me.

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