THE DEAN'S COMPLAINT, TRANSLATED AND ANSWERED. DOCTOR. DEAF, giddy, helpless, left alone. ANSWER. Except the first, the fault's your own. DOCTOR. To all my friends a burden grown. ANSWER. Because to few you will be shewn. DOCTOR. No more I hear my church's bell, ANSWER. Then write and read, 'twill do as well. DOCTOR. At thunder now no more I start, ANSWER. Think then of thunder when you ft. DOCTOR. Nay, what's incredible, alack! ANSWER. A woman's clack, if I have skill, EPIGRAM BY MR. BOWYER. "IN SYLLABAM LONGAM IN VOCE VERTIGINOSUS A. D. SWIFT CORREPTAM." MUSARUM antistes, Phœbi numerosus alumnus, Vix omnes numeros Vertiginosus habet. Intentat charo capiti vertigo ruinam : Oh! servet cerebro nata Minerva caput. Vertigo nimium longa est, divina poeta ; Dent tibi Pierides, donet Apollo, brevem. THE DEAN'S MANNER OF LIVING.* ON rainy days alone I dine *It is singular to observe how nearly the Dean's account of his housekeeping agrees with the following lines in a satire against him: Or is he settling schemes of life? Tea is damn'd dear, and will not do well. At noon, no dishes; no! a chop, Stole in by John, from neighbouring shop, A grisken hot, or sliver cold; And for the night, a crust of bread, Unless, when winds have blown full east, Full fraught with news; then every door With sprightly mirth and faction crown'd; And John is bid to cut, and cut on, But if no newsmonger appears, GULLIVERIANA, Lond. 1728, p. 42. VERSES MADE FOR FRUIT-WOMEN, &c. COME, follow me by the smell, For this is every cook's opinion, Or else you may spare The secret will never be known: The breath of her lover, OYSTERS. I cry : CHARMING Oysters HERRINGS. Be not sparing, Leave off swearing. Buy my herring Fresh from Malahide,* Better never was tried. Come, eat them with pure fresh butter and mustard, Their bellies are soft, and as white as a custard. * Malahide, a village five miles from Dublin, famous for oysters. -F. |