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Approach your grace with grateful heart,
My thanks and verse both void of art,
Content with what your bounty gave,
No larger income do I crave:
Rejoicing that, in better times,
Grafton requires my loyal lines.
Proud! while my patron is polite,
I likewife to the patriot write!
Proud! that at once I can commend
King George's and the Mufes' friend!
Endear'd to Britain, and to thee
(Disjoin'd, Hibernia, by the fea),
Endear'd by twice three anxious years,
Employ'd in guardian toils and cares;
By love, by wifdom, and by skill;
For he has fav'd thee 'gainst thy will.
But where fhall Smedley make his neft,
And lay his wandering head to reft?
Where shall he find a decent houfe,
To treat his friends, and chear his spouse?
Oh! tack, my lord, fome pretty cure;
In wholesome foil, and æther pure;
The garden ftor'd with artless flowers,
In either angle fhady bowers.
No gay parterre, with coftly green,
Within the ambient hedge be seen :
Let Nature freely take her course,
Nor fear from me ungrateful force ;
No fheers fhall check her sprouting vigour,
Nor fhape the yews to antic figure :

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A limpid brook fhall trout fupply,
In May, to take the mimic fly;
Round a small orchard may it run,
Whofe apples redden to the fun.

Let all be fnug, and warm, and neat ;
For fifty turn'd a safe retreat.

A little Eufton may it be,

Eufton I'll carve on every tree.
But then, to keep it in repair,
My lord twice fifty pounds a year
Will barely do; but if your grace

Could make them hundreds-charming place!
Thou then wouldft fhew another face.

Clogher! far north, my lord, it lies,
Midft fnowy hills, inclement fkies;
One fhivers with the Arctic wind,
One hears the polar axis grind.

Good John * indeed, with beef and claret,
Makes the place warm that one may bear it.
He has a purfe to keep a table,

And eke a foul as hofpitable.

My heart is good; but affets fail,

To fight with ftorms of fnow and hail.
Befides, the country 's thin of people,
Who feldom meet but at the steeple :
The ftrapping dean, that's gone to Down,
Ne'er nam'd the thing without a frown,
When, much fatigued with fermon-study,
He felt his brain grow dull and muddy:
Bp. Sterne.

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No fit companion could be found,
To push the lazy bottle round;
Sure then, for want of better folks
To pledge, his clerk was orthodox.

Ah! how unlike to Gerard-street,
Where beaux and belles in parties meet;
Where gilded chairs and coaches throng,
And joftle as they trowl along;
Where tea and coffee hourly flow,
And gape-feed does in plenty grow;
And Griz (no clock more certain) cries,
Exact at feven, "Hot mutton-pies !"
There lady Luna in her sphere

Once fhone, when Paunceforth was not near ;.
But now she wanes, and, as 'tis said,
Keeps fober hours, and goes to bed.
There-but 'tis endless to write down
All the amufements of the town;

And spouse will think herself quite undone,
To trudge to Connor * from fweet London;
And care we must our wives to please,
Or elfe-we fhall be ill at ease.

You fee, my lord, what 'tis I lack,

"Tis only fome convenient tack,

Some parfonage-house, with garden fweet,,

To be my late, my laft retreat;

A decent church close by its fide,

There, preaching, praying, to refide;,

*The bishoprick of Connor is united to that of Down; but there are two deans.

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And, as my time fecurely rolls,

To fave my own and other fouls.

THE

DUKE'S

ANSWER.

DE

BY DR. SWIFT.

EAR Smed, I read thy brilliant lines,
Where wit in all its glory fhines;

Where compliments, with all their pride,
Are by their numbers dignified :

I hope, to make you yet as clean
As that fame Viz, St. Patrick's dean.
I'll give thee furplice, verge, and stall,
And may be fomething elfe withal;
And, were you not fo good a writer,
I should prefent you with a mitre.
Write worse then, if you can-Be wife-
Believe me, 'tis the way to rife.
Talk not of making of thy neft :
Ah! never lay thy head to reft!
That head fo well with wisdom fraught,
That writes without the toil of thought?
While others rack their bufy brains,
You are not in the least at pains.
Down to your deanry now repair,

And build a cafle in the air.
I'm fure a man of your fine fense
Can do it with a fihall expence.
There your dear spouse and you together
May breathe your bellies full of ather.

When

When lady Luna is your neighbour,

She'll help your wife when the 's in labour;
Well fkill'd in midwife artifices,

For the herself oft' falls in pieces.

There you shall see a raree-fbew

Will make you scorn this world below,
When behold the milky way,

you

As white as fnow, as bright as day;
The glittering conftellations roll
About the grinding Arctic pole;
The lovely tingling in your ears,
Wrought by the mufick of the spheres-
Your spouse fhall then no longer hector,
You need not fear a curtain-lecture;
Nor fhall the think that the is undone
For quitting her beloved London.
When the 's exalted in the fkies,
She 'll never think of mutton-pies;
When you 're advanc'd above dean Viz,
You'll never think of goody Griz.
But ever, ever, live at eafe,

And strive, and strive, your wife to please;
In her you'll centre all your joys,
And get ten thousand girls and boys :
Ten thousand girls and boys you '11 get,
And they like stars fhall rise and fet.

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While you and Spouse, transform'd, fhall fopn
Be a new fun and a new moon:

Nor fhall you strive your horns to hide,
For then your horns fhall be your pride.

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