The Seven Sages

The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke

In Grattans house.

The Second. My great-grandfather shared

A pot-house bench with Oliver Goldsmith once.

The Third. My great-grandfathers father talked of music,

Drank tar-water with the Bishop of Cloyne.

The Fourth. But mine saw Stella once.

The Fifth. Whence came our thought?

The Sixth. From four great minds that hated Whiggery.

The Fifth. Burke was a Whig.

The Sixth. Whether they knew or not,

Goldsmith and Burke, Swift and the Bishop of Cloyne

All hated Whiggery; but what is Whiggery?

A levelling, rancorous, rational sort of mind

That never looked out of the eye of a saint

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