Explore "To Oscar Wilde" by Ambrose Bierce on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Because from Folly's lips you got / Some babbled mandate to subdue / The realm of Common Sense, and you / Made promise and considered not --
Because you strike a random blow / At what you do not understand, / And beckon with a friendly hand / To something that you do not know,
I hold no speech of your desert, / Nor answer with porrected shield / The wooden weapon that you wield, / But meet you with a cast of dirt.
Dispute with such a thing as you -- / Twin show to the two-headed calf? / Why, sir, if I repress my laugh, / 'T is more than half the world can do.
1882.