You know, Caecilius, all the dreariness

You know, Cæcilius, all the dreariness
Of prolix fools' political debate—
All the fierce fret and fever, heat and hate,
Which upon sensitive brains bring strenuous stress
Of torture; all the wicked wild reaction,
Demonaic disgust, and deep dissatisfaction.
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