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THE JUSTE MILIEU. THE juste milieu, the juste milieu, From France imported neat and new, Is now the rule on Britain's shore, And homespun truth is prized no more ! Where once you saw the old true blue, You now have got the juste milieu. Who tries the juste milieu to hold, Renounces all that's free and bold ; Shuffling and shifting to and fro, He wont say " yes," he cant say " no," But vibrating between the two, 'Tis thus he keeps the juste milieu. A trimmer still in Church and State, No theme can rouse his love or hate; Lukewarm and listless, dull and slow, A timid friend, a feeble foe ; He's half with me and half with you, And cheats us both, this juste milieu. Out on this garb of fraud and guile, This shilly-shally, see-saw style! Give me the man who scorns to sneak, Can strongly feel and firmly speak, A manly course will dare pursue, And spurns this truckling juste milieu. And see, at last, the scurvy end That must the trimmer's plans attend ! Between two stools the body's weight Can find no sure or stable seat? He totters soon, and, slipping through, Falls plump upon his juste milieu.
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Probable period of publication:
1830-1840 shelfmark: RB.m.143(178)
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