The Star and the Garter

‘Unwove that Rhadamanthine frown Which I had made myself, my star For I was counsel for the crown, ‘And I the prisoner at the bar, Did you not see—the sight is sad !— ‘How tiny was the part you played, How little use the poet had ‘Byen in Maytime for a maid? Why! all's a whirl; but I, be sure, ‘Am axle, if at all I be, So you, if yet your light endure, ‘Are model, and no more, to me So well you sit, though, you shall earn Beyond your hourly increment A knowledge. Are you fit to learn, Or will you rather be content With muddled mighty talk of Teutons Evolving from the tangled Skein, ues 16 h compared to Newton's