He'd have them try'd at the affizes Swear they were with the Swedes at Bender, But Dick can fart, and dance, and frifk, Then, woe be to my lord lieutenant, A N EPITAPH ON GENERAL GORGES* AND LADY MEATH†. UN NDER this ftone lie Dicky and Dolly; Doll dying firft, Dick grew melancholy; For Dick without Doll thought living a folly. She * Of Kilbrue, in the county of Meath. N. + Dorothy dowager of Edward earl of Meath. was married to the General in 1716; and died Apr. 10, 1728 her husband furvived but two days. N. 2 Dick Dick loft in Doll a wife tender and dear : Dick figh'd for his Dolf, and his mournful aims croft; Thought much of his Doll, and the jointure he loft: The firft vex'd him much, the other vex'd moft, Thus loaded with grief, Dick figh'd and he cry'd; To live without both full three days he try'd : But lik'd neither lofs, and fo quietly dy'd. Dick left a pattern few will copy after: Then, reader, pray fhed fome tears of falt-water; Meath fmiles for the jointure, though gotten fo late; The fon laughs, that got the hard-gotten eftate; And Cuffe grins, for getting the Alicant plate. Here quiet they lie, in hopes to rife one day, Both folemnly put in this hole on a Sunday, And here reft-fic tranfit gloria mundi I VERSES ON I KNOW NOT WHAT. MY latest tribute here I fend, With this let your collection end. Thus I confign you down to fame John Cuffe of Defart, Efq; married the general's eldeft daughter. N. VOL. II. II 1 DR. DR. SWIFT'S COMPLAINT, Because to few you will be shewn. Then write and read, 'twill do as well. A woman's clack, if I have skill, DR. DR. SWIFT TO HIMSELF, ON SAINT CECILIA'S DAY. GRAVE RAVE Dean of St. Patrick's, how comes it to pass, So offenfive to every true Proteftant ear, With trumpets, and fiddles, and organs, and finging, * Dr. Sheridan was publisher of the "Intelligencer," a weekly paper, written principally by himself; but Dr. Above the door, at country-fair, And, as ill neighbours in the night i 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 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 ftumbled on fome of the numbers which the Dean had written, and all the world admired; which gave rife to these verses. N. + Dean of Ferns. See the next poem. N. At |