Praise to placeless proud ability, <br /> Let the prudent muse disclaim; <br />And sing the Statesman--all civility-- <br /> Whom moderate talents raise to fame. <br />He, no random projects urging, <br /> Make us wild alarms to feel; <br />With moderate measures, gently purging <br /> Ills that prey on Britain's weal. <br /> <br /> <br />CHORUS. <br /> Gently purging, <br /> Gently purging, <br /> Gently purging Britain's weal.[1] <br /> <br /> <br />Addington, with measured motion, <br /> Keep the tenor of thy way; <br />To glory yield no rash devotion, <br /> Led by luring lights astray; <br />Splendid talents are deceiving; <br />Tend to councils much too bold; <br />Moderate men we prize, believing, <br /> All that glitters is not gold. <br /> <br /> <br />GRAND CHORUS. <br /> All that Glisters, <br /> All that Glisters, <br /> All that Glisters is not gold![2]<br /><br />George Canning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moderate-men-and-moderate-measures/
