Politics
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
We move, the wheel must always move,
Nor always on the plain,
And if we move to such a goal
As Wisdom hopes to gain,
Then you that drive, and know your craft,
Will firmly hold the rein,
Nor lend an ear to random cries,
Or you may drive in vain;
For some cry Quick and some cry Slow,
But, while the hills remain,
Up hill Too-slow' will need the whip,
Down hill Too-quick the chain.