The Curse

[To a sister of an enemy of the author's who disapproved of `The Playboy']

Lord, confound this surly sister,

Blight her brow with blotch and blister,

Cramp her larynx, lung, and liver,

In her guts a galling give her.

Let her live to earn her dinners

In Mountjoy with seedy sinners:

Lord, this judgment quickly bring,

And I'm your servant, J. M. Synge.