What Is The Law Of The Jungle?

Cities And Thrones And Powers Stand In Time's Eye, Almost As Long As Flowers, Which Daily Die

An Ounce Of Mother Is Worth A Pound Of Clergy.

Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Set Us To Work Anew.

If England Was What England Seems, An Not The England Of Our Dreams, But Only Putty, Brass, An' Paint, 'ow Quick We'd Chuck 'er! But She Ain't!

What Is The Moral? Who Rides May Read.