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.