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 Away from less ethereal captivations;

Just as a fabulous and almighty fish

That never swam to sight will hardly be

For long the unsighted end of their pursuit.

Why do you make then such a large ado

Over such undefended evidence?

You fat and unsubstantial jelly-fish,

That even your native ocean has disowned

And thrown ashore, why should men ask or care

What else you would have been if you had waited?

You crapulous and overgrown sick lump

Of failure and premeditated ruin,

What do you think you are—one of God’s jokes?

You slunk away from him, still adequate

For his immortal service, and you failed him;

And you knew all the while what you were doing.