If News be Truth, then Prompt those Words with Rage
By all Concepts infect Facts with such Charge
Though cause-admitted did Foredraw the Sage
Despite these Attacks by Support at-large
Still Welcome be my Martyr's Fort allow
Though expect more Rallies and Protests come
To breathe-in Peace; And Peace be Forged below
The Hammer's Soft Skill train the Anvil numb.
And in that Sense must the Doctor's Palms take
To Prognose which Infected Parts must Heal
Subtract the Ruse; As Silence frosts your Cake
Which Dull Recorders use your Prompt to Steal.
Stain your Male with Gold; Best be left un-morphed
Yet Scroll your Bearings; And Direct your Torque.