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The Dutch-hearted Whigs may rail and complain;
But true Englishmen may fill
A good health to General Hill;
HORACE, BOOK I. EP. VII.
Addressed to the Earl of OxFORD, 1713.
HARLEY, the nation's great fupport,
Returning home one day from court,
If possible, to learn his story,
Lewis his patron's humour knows,
25 And quickly did the matter fift; Found out that it was Doctor Swift ; A clergyman of fpecial note For shunning those of his own coat; Which made his brethren of the gown
30 Take care betimes to run him down : No libertine, nor over nice, Addicted to no fort of vice, Went where he pleas'd, said what he thought; Not rich, but ow'd no man a groat:
35 In state opinions à la mode, He hated Wharton like a toad, Had given the fa£ion many a wound, And libel'd all the junto round: Kept company with men of wit,
40 Who often father'd what he writ: His works were hawk'd in
street, But seldom rose above a sheet : Of late indeed the paper-stamp Did very much his genius cramp:
45 And since he could not spend his fire, He now intended to retire.
Said Harley, “ I desire to know “ From his owa mouth if this be fo; “ Step to the Doctor strait, and say,
50 6. I'd have him dine with me to-day.”
Swift feem'd to wonder what he meant,
Some few days after Harley spies
Swift, who could neither fly nor hide,
the honour you design’e -
The Doctor now obeys the summons,
My Lord would carry on the jest,
the tyrant o'er them all:
Suppose him now a Dean complete,
And Parvifol * discounts arrears
Poor Swift, with all his losses vex'd,
JIS Above a thousand pounds in debt, Takes horse, and in a mighty fret Rides day and night at such a rate, He foon arrives at Harley's gate ; But was so dirty, pale, and thin, Old Read t would hardly let him in..
Said Harley, 66 Welcome, Reverend Dean! “ What makes your worship look so lean?
Why, sure you won't appear in town • In that old wig and rusty gown?
125 “ I doubt your heart is set on pelf “ So much, that you neglect yourfelf. “ What! I suppose, now stocks are high, “ You ’ve some good purchase in your eye? “ Or is your money out at use?"
130 “ Truce, good my Lord, I beg a truce," (The Doctor in a passion cry'd) • Your raillery is misapply'd; • Experience I have dearly bought; “ You know I am not worth a groat : 140
refolv'd to have your jeft; “ And 'twas a folly to contest; “ Then, since you now have done your worst, “ Pray leave me where you found me first.” * The Dean's agent, a Frenchman. Swift. + The Lord Treasurer's porter.