DR. HELSHAM'S ANSWER.

THE Doctor's firft rhyme would make any Jew fick: I know it has made a fine lady in blue fick,

For which she is gone in a coach to Killbrew fick, Like a hen I once had, from a fox when she flew fick : Laft Monday a lady at St. Patrick's did fpew fick, And made all the reft of the folks in the pew fick; The furgeon who bled her his lancet out drew fick, And stopt the diftemper, as being but new fick.

The yacht, the last storm, had all her whole crew fick; Had we two been there, it would have made me and you fick:

A lady that long'd, is by eating of glew 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 rue 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 fhoe fick,
And what would you have me with verses to do fiak?
Send rhymes, and I'll send you fome others in lieu fick.
Of rhymes I've a plenty,

And therefore fend twenty.

Anfwered the fame day when fent, Nov. 23.

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

"Can

"Can you match with me,

"Who send thirty-three?
"You must get fourteen more,
"To make up thirty-four :
"But, if me you can conquer,

"I'll own you a strong cur*."

This morning I'm growing by finelling of yew fick; My brother 's come over with gold from Peru fick ; Laft night I came home in a form 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; By quaffing a bottle, and pulling a screw fick :

And now there's no more I can write (you'll excufe) fick;

You fee that I fcorn to mention word mufick.

I'll do my best,

To fend the reft;
Without a jest,

I'll ftand the test.

These lines that I fend you, I hope you'll perufe fick; I'll make you with writing a little more news fick ; Last night I came home with drinking of booze fick; My carpenter fwears that he 'Il hack and he '11 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.

The lines" thus marked" were written by Dr. Swift, at the bottom of Dr. Helfham's twenty lines; and the following fourteen were afterwards added on the fame

paper.

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ON THE BUSTS

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IN RICHMOND HERMITAGE. 17325).

"Sic fibi lætantur Docti."

WITH honour thus by Carolina plac'd,

How are thefe venerable buftoes grac❜d! -
Queen, with more than regal title crown'd,
For love of arts and piety renown'd!
How do the friends of virtue joy to fee
Her darling fons exalted thus by thee!
Nought to their fame can now be added more,
Rever'd by her whom all mankind adore.

ANOTHER.

LEWIS the living learned fed,

And rais'd the fcientific head:

Our frugal Queen, to fave her meat,
Exalts the heads that cannot eat.

A CONCLUSION drawn from the above EPIGRAMS, and fent to the DRAPIER.

SINCE Anna, whose bounty thy merits had fed,.. Ere her own was laid low, had exalted thy head; And fince our good Queen to the wife is fo juft, To raife heads for fuch as are humbled in duft, I wonder, good man, that you are not envaulted; Pr'ythee, go and be dead, and be doubly exalted.

DR. SWIFT'S ANSWER.

HER majefty never fhall be my exalter;
yet fhe would raise me, I know, by a halter!

And

Newton, Locke, Clarke, and Woolafton.

ΤΟ

TO THE REVEREND DR. SWIFT.

WITH A PRESENT OF A PAPER-BOOK FINELY BOUND ON HIS BIRTH-DAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1732.

BY JOHN EARL OF ORRERY.

To

O thee, dear Swift, thefe fpotlefs leaves I fend,
Small is the prefent, but fincere the friend.
Think not fo poor a book below thy care;
Who knows the price that thou canft make it bear?
Though tawdry now, and, like Tyrilla's face,
The fpecious front shines out with borrow'd grace;
Though pafte-boards, glittering like a tinfel'd coat,
A rafa tabula within denote:

Yet, if a venal and corrupted age,

And modern vices, fhould provoke thy rage;
If, warn'd once more by their impending fate,
A finking country and an injur'd state
Thy great affiftance fhould again demand,
And call forth reason to defend the land;

Then shall we view thefe fheets with glad furprize
Infpir'd with thought, and speaking to our eyes:
Each vacant space fhall then, enrich'd, difpente
True force of eloquence, and nervous sense;
Inform the judgement, animate the heart,
And facred rules of policy impart.

The fpangled covering, bright with fplendid ore,
Shall cheat the fight with empty fhow no more:

But lead us inward to those golden mines,
Where all thy foul in native luftre fhines.

So when the eye furveys fome lovely fair,
With bloom of beauty grac'd, with shape and air;
How is the rapture heighten'd, when we find
Her form excell'd by her celeftial mind!

VERSES LEFT WITH A SILVER STANDISH ON THE DEAN OF ST. PATRICK'S DESK,

H'

ON HIS BIRTH-DAY.

BY DR. DELANY.

ITHER from Mexico I came,
To ferve a proud Iernian dame:

Was long fubmitted to her will;
At length fhe loft me at quadrille.
Through various fhapes I often pass'd,
Still hoping to have rest at last;
And still ambitious to obtain
Admittance to the patriot dean;

And fometimes got within his door,.

But foon turn'd out to ferve the poor* ;

Not ftroling Idleness to aid,

But honest Industry decay'd,.

* Alluding to 500l. a year lent by the Dean, without intereft, to poor tradefmen. F.

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