B Y. DA DR. SW IF T*. ARE you difpute, you faucy brute, Howe'er you bounce, I here pronounce, Your water 's mud, and fours the blood, Those pocky drabs, to cure their scabs, Will back be fent worse than they went, Llewellyn why? As well may I So hard fometimes you tug for rhymes, To bring in Ballyfpellin. No fubject fit to try your wit, When you went colonelling; But dull intrigues 'twixt jades and teagues, That met at Ballyfpellin. *This anfwer was refented by Dr. Sheridan, as an affront on himself and the lady he attended to the fpaw. N. Our Our laffes fair, fay what you dare, Would I was whipt, when Sheelah stript, A bum fo white ne'er came in fight, Your mawkins there fmocks hempen wear, Of Holland not an ell in; No, not a rag, whate'er you brag, Is found at Ballyfpellin. But Tom will prate at any rate, Because he gets a few grifettes There's bonny Jane, in yonder lane, We have a girl deserves an earl; How would you ftare, to fee her there, The foggy mift difpelling, That clouds the brows of every blowse Now as I live, I would not give A ftiver for a fkellin, To towfe and kifs the faireft mifs Whoe'er will raife fuch lies as thefe My rhymes are gone, to all but one, HORACE, PART OF BOOK I. SAT. VI. F noify Tom* fhould in the fenate prate, Is That he would anfiver both for church and state; "And, further to demonftrate his affection, All mortals must be curious to inquire, Who could this coxcomb be, and who his fire? "What! thou, the fpawn of him who tham'd our ifle, “That traitor, affaffin, informer vile! *Sir Thomas Prendergaft. IRISH ED. + The father of Sir Thomas P, who engaged in a plot to murder king William III; but, to avoid being hanged, turned informer against his affociates, for which he was rewarded with a good eftate, and made a baronet. Ibid. "Though by the female fide* you proudly bring, "To mend your breed, the murderer of a king : "What was thy grandfire † but a mountaineer, "Who held a cabbin for ten groats a year; "Whose master Moore ‡ preferv'd him from the halter, "For ftealing cows; nor could he read the Pfalter! "Durft thou, ungrateful, from the fenate chace "Thy founder's grandfon §, and ufurp his place? "Juft heaven! to fee the dunghill baftard brood "Survive in thee, and make the proverb good | ! "Then vote a worthy citizen ** to jail, "In fpite of juftice, and refufe his bail !” *Cadogan's family. IRISH ED. A poor thieving cottager under Mr. Moore, condemned at Clonmell aflizes to be hanged for ftealing COWS. Ibid. The grandfather of Guy Moore, efq; who procured him a pardon. Ibid. § Guy Moore was fairly elected member of parliament for Clonme, bat Si Thomas, depending upon his intereft with a certain party then prevailing, and fince known by the title of Parfon-hunters, petitioned the house against him; out of which he was turned upon pretence of bribery, which the paying of his lawful debts was then voted to be. Ibid. "Save a thief from the gallows, and he will cut "your throat." Ibid. ** Mr. George Faulkner. See the verses in the following page. N. On On a PRINTER'S being fent to NEWGATE. BETTER we all were in our graves Than live in flavery to flaves, Worfe than the anarchy at fea, Where fishes on each other prey; Where every trout can make as high rants THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT*. 7ITH a whirl of thought opprefs'd, WITH I funk from reverie to rest. An horrid vifion feiz'd my head, I faw the graves give up their dead! Jove, arm'd with terrors, burfts the skies, The world ftands trembling at his throne ! That this poem is the genuine production of the Dean, Lord Chefterfield bears ample teftimony in his Letter to M. Voltaire, Aug. 27, 1752. N. |