"Once on a time, the wight Stupidity For his throne trembled, When he discovered in the brains of men Something like thoughts assembled, And so he searched for a plausible plan One of validity,— And racked his brains, if rack his brains he can None having, or a very few! At last he hit upon a way For putting to rout, And driving out From our dull clay These same intruders new— This Sense, these Thoughts, these Speculative ills— What could he do? He introduced quadrilles."