Scoil: Oldcastle (C.) (uimhir rolla 12489)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. An Epistle to Mr E. M. (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   While basking 'neath fortune's bright sun
   Your nominal friends are not few;
   But if by misfortune undone,
   These vanish, like rainbows or dew.
   You bid me "say something of self,"
   The best of which tale must be bad;
   And he who's not eager for pelf,
   Is deemed either foolish or mad.
   And I must be either, indeed,
   As I am no lover of wealth;
   Still pleased, with what God has decreed
   For me, true contentment and health.
   I sigh not for pensions nor wreaths -
   My labour gains plenty for men;
   And cringe to no mortal that breathes -
   And though but dependent, still free.
   Still high to the haughty and vain -
   Respectful and meek to the wise -
   Knaves, coxcombs, and bigots disdain,
   And hypocrites truly dispise.
   I speak to all men as I think,
   Which gains me less plaudits than blame;
   But better by candour to sink,
   Than clamber through meanness to fame!
   From great ones I seek not regard,
   Nor court them in poetic rant -

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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