Well skill'd in midwife artifices, For she herself oft' falls in pieces. 30 35 40 When you're advanc'd above Dean, viz. But ever, ever live at ease, 45 And strive, and strive your wife to please: In her you'll centre all your joys, And get ten thousand girls and boys; And they, like stars, shall rise and set; 50 While you and spouse, transform'd, shall soon Be a new sun and a new moon: Nor shall you strive your horns to hide, 54 DEAN SWIFT AT SIR ARTHUR ACHESON'S. In the North of Ireland. I. THE Dean would visit Market-hill, I said "Why, let him, if he will;" II. His manners would not let him wait, Three days before he was expected. III. After a week, a month, a quarter, IV. I've said enough to make him blush, V. But you, my Dear! may let him know, How deep and foul the roads may grow, 10 15 20 VI. Or you may say My wife intends, Or, Mr. Dean—I should with joy VIII. The house accounts are daily rising, 25 So much his stay doth swell the bills: 30 My dearest Life! it is surprising How much he eats, how much he swills. IX. His brace of puppies how they stuff! And they must have three meals a-day, Yet never think they get enough: 35 His horses, too, eat all our hay. X. Oh! if I could, how I would maul And make him soon give up the cause. 40 XI. Must I be ev'ry moment chid With Skinny Bonia, Snip, and Lean † ? Of this insulting tyrant Dean! * The seat of Acheson Moore, Esq. 44 The Dean used to call Lady Acheson by those nimes, SONGS AND BALLADS *. SUNG AT THE CLUB AT MR. TAPLIN'S, The Sign of the Drapier's Head in Truck-street. -Exegi monumentum aere perennius, НОВ SONG I. I. WITH brisk merry lays We'll sing to the praise Of that honest patriot the Drapier, Who, all the world knows, Confounded our foes With nothing but pen, ink, and paper. II. A spirit divine Ran thro' ev'ry line, And made all our hearts for to caper: He sav'd us our goods, And dumfounder'd Wood's; Then long life and health to the Drapier. 10 * Some of the following Songs are evidently not of the pa. Dean's writing; but as they bear some relation to the triotic disputes in which he successfully engaged, and as they have been printed both in the English and Irish editions of his Works, we have not thought proper to reject them. We ne'er shall forget His judgment or wit, III. But life, you must know, is a vapour; We well may presume, They'll monuments raise to the Drapier. When senators meet, They'll surely think fit IV. To honour and praise the good Drapier; And sheriffs combine, To thank him in well-written paper. You men of the Comb, V. Come, lay by your loom, And go to the sign of The Drapier; You one and all are Kind loving good friends to his Paper. VI. Then join hand in hand, To each other firm stand, All health to the Club and the Drapier, And sing in Truck-street, In praise of the well-written Paper. |