English poem

On The Arms Of The Town Of Waterford[1]

—URBS INTACTA MANET—semper intacta manebit, Tangere crabrones quis bene sanus amat? TRANSLATION A thistle is the Scottish arms, Which to the toucher threatens harms, What are the arms of Waterford, That no man touches—but a——?

More by Jonathan Swift

On Snow
On Stealing A Crown, When The Dean Was Asleep
On The Archbishop Of Cashel,[1] And Bettesworth
On The Arms Of The Town Of Waterford[1]
On The Church's Danger
On The Collar Of Tiger, Mrs. Dingley's Lap-Dog
On The Drapier. By Dr. Dunkin.[1]
On the Five Ladies at Sot's-hole

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