Authority

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Authority

“Authority, authority!” they shout

Whose minds, not large enough to hold a doubt,

Some chance opinion ever entertain,

By dogma billeted upon their brain.

“Ha!” they exclaim with choreatic glee,

“Here’s Dabster if you won’t give in to me⁠—

Dabster, sir, Dabster, to whom all men look

With reverence!” The fellow wrote a book.

It matters not that many another wight

Has thought more deeply, could more wisely write

On t’ other side⁠—that you yourself possess

Knowledge where Dabster did not badly guess.

God help you if ambitious to persuade

The fools who take opinion ready-made

And “recognize authorities.” Be sure

No tittle of their folly they’ll abjure

For all that you can say. But write it down,

Publish and die and get a great renown⁠—

Faith! how they’ll snap it up, misread, misquote,

Swear that they had a hand in all you wrote,

And ride your fame like monkeys on a goat!