Poem by Arthur Guiterman.
A triangles angle will always be the same so it's 180 degrees.
What did the author say? Its hard to answer without content clues.
Answer:
" ... Why to a public count I might not go. Is the great love the general gender bear him. Who, dipping all his faults in their affection ... "
Not verbatim, but that part is the answer. I got it correct on Plato, if you're concerned about that.