Nulla certior tamen Rapacis Orci fine destinata Aula divitem manet Herum. Quid ultra tendis? Æqua tellus Pauperi recluditur Regumque pueris, nec satelles Orci Callidum Promethea Revexit auro captus. Hic superbum Tantalum atque Tantali Genus coërcet, hic levare functum Pauperem laboribus Vocatus atque non vocatus audit. For, sifting the facts from the fictions A duty no sage should refuse 'Twixt Scottish and Irish evictions There isn't a penny to choose. Yet Harcourt, that resolute wrecker, To fatten his famished exchequer Marks down even Dukes for his prey! In vain his remorseless exaction They daily endeavour to dodge; Death's sole and supreme satisfaction Is tasted by penniless Hodge. CARMEN AMEBÆUM Hor. Donec gratus eram tibi, Nec quisquam potior brachia candida Cervici juvenis dabat, Persarum vigui rege beatior. Lyd. Donec non alia magis Arsisti, neque erat Lydia post Chloën, CARMEN AMEBEUM Will. When in the golden days of yore Thy favour I enjoyed (Though purely Scottish to the core), My bliss was unalloyed : Proud of a love that jealous fate Methought could never mar, I envied not the high estate Of Kaiser or of Czar. Brit. So long, sweet William, as I reigned Unrivalled in thy breast, Ere blarneying Hibernia gained The throne I erst possessed; |