English poem
On The Union
The queen has lately lost a part Of her ENTIRELY-ENGLISH heart, For want of which, by way of botch, She pieced it up again with SCOTCH. Blest revolution! which creates Divided hearts, united states! See how the double nation lies, Like a rich coat with skirts of frize: As if a man, in making posies, Should bundle thistles up with roses. Who ever yet a union saw Of kingdoms without faith or law? Henceforward let no statesman dare A kingdom to a ship compare; Lest he should call our commonweal A vessel with a double keel: Which, just like ours, new rigg'd and mann'd, And got about a league from land, By change of wind to leeward side, The pilot knew not how to guide. So tossing faction will o'erwhelm Our crazy double-bottom'd realm.
More by Jonathan Swift
- On The Same (On The Upright Judge, Who Condemned The Drapier's Printer)
- On The Same Picture
- On The Same Picture
- On The Same Picture
- On The Vowels
- On The Words Brother Protestants And Fellow Christians, So Familiarly Used By The Advocates For The Repeal Of The Test-Act In Ireland
- On Time
- On Wood The Ironmonger.