Sunday, October 4, 2020

Epitach on the Politician Himself

EPITAPH 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. 

Epitaph Upon Himself 

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

-Hilaire Belloc