The Works of Thomas Love Peacock | ||
“OH WOULD THAT TRUTH”
Oh would that truth and common sense
Might chace congenial quackery hence,
That so all forms of false pretence
Might vanish from our isle:
Might chace congenial quackery hence,
That so all forms of false pretence
Might vanish from our isle:
But every day before our eyes
New forms of mountebankery rise,
And as one folly flies or dies
Another fills the void.
New forms of mountebankery rise,
And as one folly flies or dies
Another fills the void.
The Works of Thomas Love Peacock | ||