Epitah on the Politician Himself

Epitah on the Politician Himself

Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The Politician's corpse was laid away.
While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged
I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.


Another on the Same


This, the last ornament among the peers,
Bribed, bullied, swindled and blackmailed for years:
But Death's what even Politicians fail
To bribe or swindle, bully or blackmail.


On Another Politician


The Politician, dead and turned to clay,
Will make a clout to keep the wind away.
I am not fond of draughts, and yet I doubt
If I could get myself to touch that clout.


On Yet Another


Fame to her darling Shifter glory gives;
And Shifter is immortal while he lives.


Epitah Upon Himself


Lauda tu Ilarion audacem et splendidum,
Who was always beginning things and never ended 'em.