Doll never flies to cut her lace, Her hearers are amaz'd from whence With chearful face and inward grief; Ne No cruel mafter could require, From flaves employ'd for daily lire, 1 bless the hand from whence they came, Best pattern of true On the DEATH of DEMAR, the USURER; Who died the fixth of July, 1720. KNOW all men by these presents, Death the tamer i By mortgage hath fecur'd the corpse of Demar: Nor can four hundred thousand ferling pound Redeem him from his prison under ground. N 2 His His heirs might well, of all his wealth poffefs'd, Plutus the god of wealth will joy to know. His faithful steward in the fhades below. He walk'd the streets, and wore a threadbare cloak; He us'd them full as kindly as himself. Where'er he went, he never faw his betters; Lords, knights, and squires, were all his humble debtors; And under hand and feal the Irish nation Were forc'd to own to him their obligation. He that could once have half a kingdom bought, His coffers from the coffin could not fave, Oh London tavern! thou haft loft a friend, On him could ever boast a power to seize; "But, as he weigh'd his gold, grim Death in fpight “ Cast-in his dart, which made three moidores light; * A tavern in Dublin, where Demar kept his office. + Thefe four lines were written by Stella. "And, as he faw his darling money fail, A difmal banker muft that banker be, Who gives no bills but of mortality. EPITAPH ON A MISER. BENEATH this verdant hillock lies Demar, the wealthy and the wife. His beirs, that he might fafely rest, TO MRS. HOUGHTON OF BORMOUNT. Upon praising her Hufband to Dr. SWIFT. YOU always are making a God of your Spoufe; But this neither Reafon nor Confcience allows : Perhaps you will fay, 'tis in gratitude due, And you adore him, because he adores you. Your argument 's weak, and fo you will find; For you, by this rule, muft adore all mankind. . VERSES, WRITTEN ON A WINDOW, At the DEANRY HOUSE, ST. PATRICK'S. RE the guests of this houfe ftill doom'd to be ARE cheated? [treated. Sure, the fates have decreed they by halves fhould be In the days of good * John, if you came here to dine, You had choice of good meat, but no choice of good In Jonathan's reign, if you come here to eat, [wine. You have choice of good wine, butno choice of good meat.. Oh, Jove then how fully might all fides be bleft, Would't thou but agree to this humble request ? Put both deans in one; or, if that's too much trouble, Instead of the deans, make the deanry double, ON ANOTHER WINDOWt. A BARD, on whom Phoebus his spirit bestow'd, To the God he'd be grateful; but mortals he'd choufe, And wifely forefaw this advantage from thence, That the God would in honour bear most of th' expence ? * Dean Sterne was diftinguished for his hofpitality. By Dr. Delany, in conjunction with Stella. APOLLO: |