Spoken Of Several Philosophers by George MacDonald

I pray you, all ye men who put your trust
In moulds and systems and well-tackled gear,
Holding that Nature lives from year to year
In one continual round because she must–
Set me not down, I pray you, in the dust
Of all these centuries, like a pot of beer–
A pewter-pot disconsolately clear,
Which holds a potful, as is right and just!
I will grow clamorous–by the rood, I will,
If thus ye use me like a pewter pot!
Good friend, thou art a toper and a sot–
will not be the lead to hold thy swill,
Nor any lead: I will arise and spill
Thy silly beverage–spill it piping hot!

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