To Quilca, A Country-House in no very good Repair

  Let me thy Properties explain,
  A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain;
  Chimnies with Scorn rejecting Smoak;
  Stools, Tables, Chairs, and Bed-steds broke:
  Here Elements have lost their Vses,
  Air ripens not, nor Earth produces:
  In vain we make poor Sheelah toil,
  Fire will not roast, nor Water boil.
  Thro' all the Vallies, Hills, and Plains,
The Goddess Want in Triumph reigns;
And her chief Officers of State,
Sloth, Dirt, and Theft around her wait.