A satirist by trade will learn to satirise everything, till the light of the sun and the moon's loveliness will become evil and mean to him.

I think that he was mistaken in his views of things.

But we have to do with him as a writer, not as a political economist or a politician.

His indignation was all true, and the expression of it was often perfect.

The lines in which he addresses that Pallis Court, at the end of Jacob Omnium's Hoss, are almost sublime.
O Pallis Court, you move My pity most profound.
A most amusing sport You thought it, I'll be bound, To saddle hup a three-pound debt, With two-and-twenty pound.
Good sport it is to you To grind the honest poor, To pay their just or unjust debts With eight hundred per cent, for Lor; Make haste and get your costes in, They will not last much mor! Come down from that tribewn, Thou shameless and unjust; Thou swindle, picking pockets in The name of Truth august; Come down, thou hoary Blasphemy, For die thou shalt and must.
And go it, Jacob Homnium, And ply your iron pen, And rise up, Sir John Jervis, And shut me up that den; That sty for fattening lawyers in, On the bones of honest men.
"Come down from that tribewn, thou shameless and unjust!" It is impossible not to feel that he felt this as he wrote it.
There is a branch of his poetry which he calls,--or which at any rate is now called, _Lyra Hybernica_, for which no doubt _The Groves of Blarney_ was his model.