Let me thy Properties explain, <br />A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain; <br />Chimnies with Scorn rejecting Smoak; <br />Stools, Tables, Chairs, and Bed-steds broke: <br />Here Elements have lost their Vses, <br />Air ripens not, nor Earth produces: <br />In vain we make poor Sheelah toil, <br />Fire will not roast, nor Water boil. <br />Thro' all the Vallies, Hills, and Plains, <br />The Goddess Want in Triumph reigns; <br />And her chief Officers of State, <br />Sloth, Dirt, and Theft around her wait.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-quilca-a-country-house-in-no-very-good-repair/
