The Sun.
London, England, 1835-06-15 00:00:00

SORTES VIRGILIANIE.

SIR ROBERT PEEL.
" 0 crudelis Alexi, nihil Inca carmine cUras ?
Nil nostri miserere? mori me denique coges ;
Despectus tibi sum, nec, qui sim, quaaris, Alexi I "—Ed. 2.
O cruel Reformers ! say, cannot you feel
For the penitent sighs of Ex-Minister Peel?
Oh, no ! you despise me, and think me a sham,
And care not a straw what I may be, or ara ;
Was there e'er such a victim to Liberal spite?
By Jove, I can't stand it ; 'twill kill me outright I.
LORDS RODEN AND WINCHIL SEA.
" Qui Bavium non odit, amet tua carmine, Maavi 1"--Xcl. 3.
The man, whose strangely-fashioned mind
Can sense in Roden see,
May take for granted he will find
True wit in Winchilsea.

THE CONSERVATIVES.
" O fortunatos nimium, sua si bona norint
Agricola. !
Si non ingentem foribus domus alta superbis
Mane salutantum totis vomit amlibus undam ;
At secura quies, et nescia fallere vita,
Speluncw, vivique lacus, at frigida Tempe,
Mugitusque bourn, mollesque sub arbors somni
Non absunt."—Georg. Lib. 2.
Thrice happy Conservatives, did they but know
The bliss Opposition ne'er fails to bestow 1
What, though they no longer have sycophant bevys,
To lounge in their lobbies, or flock to their levees ;
Yet rural retirement is their's, and the quiet
Of home, undisturbed by Whig-Radical riot;
They can hear the sweet low of the cattle, and take
A walk with their wives, by cave, river, or lake,
Sit cool in their vallies, or dream, if they please,
Of the Treasury Bench, 'peath the shade of the trees.
SIR ANDREW AGNEW.

" Sum pius /Eneas 1 Fama super wthera notus."-2En.,lib. 1.
My name's pious Andrew, my fame
Is spread far and wide through the nation,
By these wonderful Bills, whose sole aim
Is to propagate Sunday-starvation.
LORD CASTLEREAGH.
" Cum cancrem reges et prcalia, Cynthius aurem
Vellit et admonuit ; pastorem, Tityre, pingues
Pascere oportet oves."—Ed. 6.
When I tailed t'other night, in a strain of renown,
Of the Orangemen's wrongs in the county of Down,
Dan gave me a hint--quoth he, with a sneer,
" Hush, hush, my good Lord, you go out of your sphere,
Such topics are not to be handled by quacks,
But only by Statesmen—so, stick to Almack's."
MR. EX-SECRETARY GOULBURN.

" Sternitur, et dul•es moriens reminiscitur Argos.'
iEn., lib. 10.
As, kicked out of office, he bade a good bye
To Downing-street, home of his wishes,
He gave a last look, and he heaved a long sigh
At the thought of its loaves and its fishes.
TORY AND ULTRA TORY.
" Non nostrum inter vos tantas componere liter,
Et vitula to dignus, et hic."—Eel. 3.
'Tis no task of mine—l eschew all such glory—
To reconcile splits between Uitra and Tory ;
But this I can say, they are both Nonpareils—
Both equally worthy the fool's cap-and-bells.
THE DOCTOR-DUKE.
" In somnis, ecce ante ocalos mmstissimus Hector
Visus adesse mihi, largosque effundere fletus ;
Hei mihi, qualis erat I quantum mutatus ab illo
l'lectore, qui redit exuvias indutus Achillis I
Squalentem barbam, et concretos sanguine crines"—ihn. 2.
In dreams I saw the poor, dear Duke,
And (God forgive me I) smiled
To see him dressed in a peruque,
And crying like a child ;
Alas f how changed he was from him,
In head, as well as heart,
Who tore France piece-meal, limb from limb,
And vanquished Buonaparte ;
His wig was all awry, his chin
Seemed longing for a shave ;
He looked as lean as Milton's Sin,
And gloomy as the grave.