Invoke not Cytherea's aid, Nor borrow from the blue-ey'd maid; E PIG RA M*. BEHOLD! a proof of Irish fenfe! Here Irish wit is feen! When nothing's left, that's worth defence, EPIGRAMS, Occafioned by Dr. SWIFT's intended Hofpital for IDEOTS and LUNATICKS. I. HE Dean muft die TH Perish, ye Ideots! and long live the Dean! * The Dean, in his lunacy, had fome intervals of fense; at which time his guardians, or phyficians, took him out for the air. On one of these days, when they came to the Park, Swift remarked a new building, which he had never seen, and asked what it was defigned for. To which Dr. Kingsbury answered, "That, Mr. "Dean, is the magazine for arins and powder, for the "fecurity of the city." "Oh! oh!" fays the Dean, pulling out his pocket-book, " let me take an item of ❝that. This is worth remarking: my tablets, as "Hamlet fays, my tablets-memory put down that !" Which produced the above lines, faid to be the laft he ever wrote. N. II. O GENIUS II. O GENIUS of Hibernia's ftate, How doth this latest act excel All have done or wrote fo well! Satire may be the child of fpite, And Fame might bid the Drapier write : Creatures that know not whence or how, III. LO! Swift to Ideots bequeaths his flore: Be wife, ye rich! confider thus the poor! On the DEAN of ST. PATRICK'S Birth-day*, Nov. 30, ST. ANDREW'S-DAY. BETWEEN the hours of twelve and one, When half the world to reft were gone, Intranc'd in fofteft fleep I lay, *See, in Parnell's Poems, an elegant compliment on the fame occafion. N. Bb 2 The The Queen of Dreams, well pleas'd to find An undisturb'd and vacant mind, With magic pencil trac'd my brain, And there fhe drew St. Patrick's Dean. Two Saints, like Guardian Angels, stand, St. Andrew firft, with reason strong, St. Patrick faid, "I own this true, "So far he does belong to you : "But in my church he 's born again, "My fon adopted, and my Dean. "When firft the Chriftian-truth I fpread, “The poor within this isle I fed, "Made knowledge in their place commence ; -- "Two angels cannot more agree. "His joy is, to relieve the poor; "Behold them weekly at his door! "His knowledge too, in brightest rays, "He like the fun to all conveys, "Shews. "Shews wisdom in a single page, Now closer in dispute engag'd, ́ "He's now the fame, Montrofe was then, Now words grew high - we can't fuppofe But, left unruly paflion should "Ye reverend pair, from difcord ceafe, "Ye both mistake the prefent cafe ; "One kingdom cannot have pretence you 'll find, EPISTLE to ROBERT NUGENT, Esq; with a PICTURE of DEAN SWIFT. Ο BY DR. DUNKIN*. To gratify thy long defire (So Love and Piety require), From Bindon's + colours you may trace The Patriot's venerable face, The laft, O Nugent! which his art * This elegant tribute of gratitude, as it was written at a period when all fufpicion of flattery muft vanish, reflects the highest honour on the ingenious Writer, and cannot but be agreeable to the admirers of Dr. Swift. N. Samuel Bindon, efq; a celebrated painter. N. He |