Chapter 18 No.18

The wily shafts of state, those jugglers' tricks,

Which we call deep designs and politics,

(As in a theatre the ignorant fry,

Because the cords escape their eye,

Wonder to see the motions fly,)

Methinks, when you expose the scene,

Down the ill-organ'd engines fall;

Off fly the vizards, and discover all:

How plain I see throu