Where thousands equally were meant:

He ne'er offended with a jest;

"He lafa'd the vice, but fpar'd the name. "No individual could refent,

"His fatire points at no defect, "But what all mortals may correct; "For he abhor'd the fenfeless tribe "Who call it humour when they gibe: "He fpar'd a hump, or crooked nofe, "Whofe owners fet not up for beaux. "True genuine dulnefs mov'd his pity, "Unless it offer'd to be witty. "Those who their ignorance confeft,

"But laugh'd to hear an idiot quote "A verfe from Horace learn'd by rote. "Vice, if it e'er can be abafh'd,

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"And, would you make him truly four, "Provoke him with a flave in power. "The Irish fenate if you nam'd,

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"With what impatience he declaim'd! "Fair LIBERTY was all his cry; "For her he stood prepar'd to die; "For her he boldly stood alone; "For her he oft' expos'd his own. "Two kingdoms, just as faction led, "Had fet a price upon his head; "But not a traitor could be found, "To fell him for fix hundred pound.

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"Muft be or ridicul'd, or lafe'd.

"If you refent it, who's to blame?

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"And pity'd those who meant the wound; "But kept the tenor of his mind,

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"To merit well of human-kind;

"Nor made a faerifice of those

"He neither knows you, nor your name. "Should vice expect to 'fcape rebuke, "Because its owner is a duke? "His friendships, ftill to few confin`d, "Were always of the middling kind; "No fools of rank, or mungrel breed, "Who fain would pafs for lords indeed:

Where titles give no right or power, "And peerage is a wither'd flower; "He would have deem'd it a difgrace, "If fuch a wretch had known his face. "On rural fquires, that kingdom's bane, "He vented oft his wrath in vain:

"What St. John's fkill in ftate affairs,

"What Ormond's valour, Oxford's cares,

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"To fave their finking country lent,

"To rob the church, their tenants rack; "Go fnacks with ****** juftices,

"And keep the peace to pick up fees;

"Too foon that precious life was ended, "On which alone our weal depended,

"In every jobb to have a share,

"A gaol or turnpike to repair;

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"And turn ******* to public roads

When up a dangerous faction starts, "With wrath and vengeance in their hearts; "By felemn league and covenant boand,

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"Commodious to their own abodes.

"Toruin, flaughter, and confound;

He never thought an honour done him, "Becauí: a peer was proud to own him,

"To turn religion to a fable,

"Would rather flip afide, and choofe

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To talk with wits in dirty hoes;

And fcorn the tools with ftars and garters,

So often feen careffing Chartres. He never courted men in ftation,

Nor perfus held in admiration ;

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Corrupt the fenate, rob the crown; "To facrifice Old England's glory, "And make her infamous in ftory: "When fuch a tempeft shook the land, "How could unguarded virtue stand!

"And make the government a Babel; "Pervert the laws, difgrace the gown,

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in's greatnefs was afraid, le fought for no man's aid.

His friends in exile, or the Tower, Himself within the frown of power; Pursued by base invenom'd pens, Far to the land of f and fens ; A fervile race in folly nurs'd, Who truckle most, when treated worst. "By innocence and refolution, He bore continual perfecution; While numbers to preferment rofe, Whofe merit was to be his foes; When ev'n bis oron familiar friends, Intent upon their private ends, Like renegadoes now he feels, Against bim lifting up their beels. "The Dean did, by his pen, defeat An infamous destructive cheat; Taught fools their intereft how to know, And gave them arms to ward the blow. Envy hath own'd it was his doing, To fave that hapless land from ruin ; While they who at the fteerage flood, And reap'd the profit, fought his blood. "To fave them from their evil fate, In him was held a crime of ftate. A wicked monster on the bench, Whose fury blood could never quench; As vile and profligate a villain, As modern Scroggs, or old Treffilian; Who long all justice had discarded, Nor fear'd be God, nor man regarded; Vow'd on the Dean his rage to vent, And make him of his zeal repent: But Heaven his innocence defends, The grateful people stand his friends; Not trains of law, nor judges' frown, Nor topics brought to please the crown, Nor witness hir'd, nor jury pick'd, Prevail to bring him in convict. "In exile, with a steady heart,

He spent his life's declining part; Where folly, pride, and faction fway,

Remote from St. John, Pope, and Gay."
"Alas, poor Dean! his only scope /
Was to be held a misanthrope.
This into general odium drew him,

Which if he lik'd, much good may't do bim.

His zeal was not to lash our crimes,

But difcontent against the times:

For, had we made him timely offers

To raife his poft, or fill his coffers,

Perhaps he might have truckled down,

Like other brethren of his gonz

For party

he would fearce have bled:

460" With all the turns of Whigs and Tories: "Was cheerful to his dying-day;

"And friends would let him have his way. "As for his works in verfe or profe,

"I own myself no judge of those.

465" Nor can I tell what criticks thought them ; "But this I know, all people bought them, "As with a moral view defign'd,

"To pleafe and to reform mankind;
"And, if he often mifs'd his aim,

470" The world must own it to their fame,
"The praife is bis, and theirs the blame.
"He gave the little wealth he had
"To build a houfe for fools and mad;
"To fhew, by one fatiric touch,

475" No nation wanted it fo much.
"That kingdom he hath left his debtor,
"I with it foon may have a better.
"And, fince you dread no further lafbes,
"Methinks you may forgive bis afbes."

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VOL. V.

W grape's juice fick;

HEN I left you, I found myself of the

I'm fo full of pity, I never abuse fick;

And the patienteft patient that ever you knew fick Both when I am purge-fick, and when I am spewfick.

I pitied my cat, whom I knew by her mew fick ; She mended at first, but now she's a-new fick. Captain Butler made fome in the church black and blue fick ;

Dean Crofs, had he preach'd, would have made us all pew-fick.

Are not you, in a crowd when you fweat and ftew, fick?

Lady Santry got out of the church when she grew

fick,

And, as fast as he could, to the deanry flew fick.
Mifs Morice was (I can affure you 'tis true) fick :
For, who would not be in that numerous crew
fick?

Such mufick would make a fanatick or Jew sick,
Yet, ladies are feldom at ombre or lue fick:
Nor is old Nanny Shales, whene'er fhe does brew,
fick.

My footman came home from the church of a bruife fick,

And look'd like a rake, who was made in the ftews fick ;

* This melley (for it cannot be calle! a poem) is 520 given as a specimen of those bagatelles for which the Dean bath perhaps been too feverely cenfured. Sume which were still more exceptionable, are jupprifti. N.

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And poor I myself was, when I withdrew, fick ; For the fmell of them made me like garlick and rue fick,

And I got through the crowd, though not let by a clue, fick.

Yet hop'd' to find many (for that was your cue fick;

But there was not a dozen (to give them their due) fick,

And thofe, to be fure, ftuck together like glew, fick.

So are ladies in crowds, when they squeeze and they ferew, fick.

You may find they are all, by their yellow pale hue, fick;

So am I, when tobacco, like Robin, I chew, fick.

fick;

Had we two been there, it would have made me and you fick :

A lady that long'd, is by eating of flew fick;
Did you ever know one in a very good Q_fick?
I'm told that my wife is by winding a clue fick ;
The doctors have made her by rhyme and by ruc
fick.

There's a gamefter in town, for a throw that he
threw fick,

And yet the old trade of his dice he'll purfue fick; I've known an old mifer for paying his due fick ; At prefent I'm grown by a pinch of my foe fick, And what would you have me with verfes to do

Of rhymes I've a plenty,
And therefore send twenty.

Answered the fame day when sent, Nov. 23.

I defire you will carry both these to the Doctor, together with his own; and let him know we are not perfons to be infulted.

"Can you match with me, "Who fend thirty-three? "You must get fourteen more, "To make up thirty-four : "But, if me you can conquer, "I'il own you a ftrong cur*." This morning I'm growing by smelling of yew fick;

My brother's come over with gold from Peru fick; Laft night I came home in a storm that then blew fick;

This moment my dog at a cat I halloo fick ;

I hear, from good hands, that my poor coufin Hugh's fick,

And now there's no more I can write (you'll exBy quaffing a bottle, and pulling a screw fick : cufe fick;

You fee that I fcorn to mention word musick.

I'll do my best,

To fend the reft; Without a jeft,

I'il ftand the test.

Thefe lines that I send you, I hope you'll perufe fick;

I'll make you with writing a little more news fick : Laft night I came home with drinking of booze fick;

My carpenter fwears that he'll hack and he'll hew fick;

An officer's lady, I'm told, is tattoo fick :
I'm afraid that the line thirty-four you will view

fick.

Lord! I could write a dozen more ; You fee, I've mounted thirty-four.

EPIGRAM

ON THE BUSTS IN RICHMOND HERMITAGE. 1732 "Sic fibi lætantur Docti "

W How are thefe venerable buftoes grac'd'

ITH honour thus by Carolina plac'd,

O Queen, with more than regal title crown'd,
For love of arts and piety renown'd!

The lines" thus marked" were written by Dr. Swift, at the bottom of Dr. Helfbam's twenty lines: and the following fourteen were afterwards adied un the fame paper. N.

† Newton, Locke, Clarke, and Wooleßen.