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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.

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