Above the door, at country-fair,
Betokens entertainment there;
So bays on poets' brows have been
Set, for a fign of wit within.

And, as ill neighbours in the night
Pull down an ale-house bush for spite;
The laurel fo, by poets worn,

Is by the teeth of Envy torn;
Envy, a canker-worm, which tears
Thofe facred leaves that lightning Spares.
And now t' exemplify this moral:
Tom having earn'd a twig of laurel
(Which, measur'd on his head, was found
Not long enough to reach half round,
But, like a girl's cockade, was ty'd,
A trophy, on his temple-fide);
Paddy repin'd to see him wear
This badge of honour in his hair ;
And, thinking this cockade of wit
Would his own temples better fit,
Forming his Mufe by Smedley's + model,
Lets drive at Tom's devoted noddle,

Pelts him by turns with veife and profe,

Hums like a hornet at his nofe,

Swift occafionally fupplied him with a letter. Dr, Delany, piqued at the approbation thofe papers received, attacked them violently both in converfation and in print; but unfortunately stumbled on some of the numbers which the Dean had written, and all the world admired; which gave rise to these verses. N.

Dean of Ferns. See the next poem. N.

At

At length prefumes to vent his fatire on
The Dean, Tom's honour'd friend and patron.
The eagle in the tale, ye know,

Teaz'd by a buzzing wafp below,
Took wing to Jove, and hop'd to rest
Securely in the thunderer's breast :
In vain; even there, to fpoil his nod,
The fpiteful infect ftung the god.

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CHARACTER OF DEAN SMEDLEY. Written in Latin by himself.

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HE very reverend Dean Smedley,
Of dullness, pride, conceit, a medley,
Was equally allow'd to fhine
As poet, fcholar, and divine;
With godliness could well difpenfe,
Would be a rake, but wanted fense;
Would strictly after Truth enquire,
Because he dreaded to come nigh her.
For Liberty no champion bolder,
He hated bailiffs at his shoulder.
To half the world a standing jeft,
A perfect nuisance to the reft:

From many (and we may believe him)

Had the best wishes they could give him.

* The original is in the "Supplement to Swift." N.

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To all mankind a conftant friend,
Provided they had cab to lend.

One thing he did before he went hence,
He left us a laconic sentence,

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prove

By cutting of his phrafe, and trimming,
that Bishops were old women.
Poor Envy durft not shew her phiz,
She was fo terrified at his.

He waded, without any shame,
Through thick and thin to get a name,
Tried every sharping trick for bread,
And after all he feldom fped.

When Fortune favour'd, he was nice;
He never once would cog the dice:
But, if she turn'd against his play,
He knew to ftop à quatre trois.
Now found in mind, and found in corpus,
(Says he) though fwell'd like any porpoise,
He heys from hence at forty-four

(But by his leave he finks a score)
To The East Indies, there to cheat,
Till he can purchase an estate;

Where, after he has fill'd his cheft,
He'll mount his tub, and preach his best,
And plainly prove, by dint of text,
This world is his, and theirs the next.
Left that the reader fhould not know

The bank where laft he fet his toe,
'Twas Greenwich. There he took a ship,
And gave his creditors the flip.

But

But left chronology fhould vary,

Upon the Ides of February ;

In seventeen hundred eight and twenty,
To Fort St. George a pedlar went he.
Ye Fates, when all he gets is fpent,
RETURN HIM BEGGAR AS HE WENT!

PAULUS. BY MR. LINDSAY.

Dublin, Sept. 7, 1728.

"A SLAVE to crowds, scorch'd with the fummer's

"heats,

"In courts the wretched lawyer toils and sweats.; "While smiling Nature, in her best attire,

Regales each sense, and vernal joys inspire.

- Can he, who knows that real good should please, "Barter for gold his liberty and case ?”--

Thus Paulus preach'd :-When, entering at the door,
Upon his board the client pours the ore:

He grafps the fhining gift, pores o'er the cause,
Forgets the fun, and dozeth on the laws.

LINDSAY mistakes the matter quite,

And honeft Paulus judges right.

Then, why these quarrels to the fun,

Without whose aid you 're all undone ?

* Mr. Lindsay, a polite and elegant scholar, at that time an eminent pleader in Dublin, afterwards one of the juftices of the court of common-pleas. N.

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Did

Did Paulus e'er complain of fweat?
Did Paulus e'er the fun forget;
The influence of whofe golden beams
Soon licks up all unfavory fteams ?
The fun, you fay, his face hath kifs'd:
It has; but then it greas'd his fift.
True lawyers, for the wifeft ends,
Have always been Apollo's friends.
Not for his fuperficial powers

Of ripening fruits, and gilding flowers;
Not for infpiring poets brains
With pennylefs and starveling strains;
Not for his boafted healing art;
Not for his fkill to fhoot the dart;
Nor yet because he fweetly fiddles;
Nor for his prophecies in riddles :
But for a more fubftantial caufe-
Apollo's patron of the laws;
Whom Paulus ever muft adore,
As parent of the golden ore,
By Phoebus, an incestuous birth,
Begot upon his grand-dame Earth;
By Phoebus first produc'd to light;
By Vulcan form'd fo round and bright:
Then offer'd at the shrine of juftice,
By clients to her priests and trustees.
Nor, when we see Aftræa stand
With even balance in her hand,
Muft we fuppofe fhe hath in view,
How to give every man his due;