EPIGRAMS,
Written on the Union, 1801, by a celebrated Barrister of Dublin.
Adapted to the Commercial Failures, 1800.
Why should we exclaim, that the times are so bad,
Pursuing a querulous strain?
When Erin gives up all the rights that she had,
What right has she left to complain?
The Cit complains to all he meets,
That grass will grow in Dublin streets,
And swears that all is over!
Short-sighted mortals, can't you see,
Your mourning will be chang'd to glee—
For then you'll live in clover.
Necessitas non habet legem.