The loving couple well bemir'd;
The horse and both the riders tir'd:
Their victuals bad, their lodgings worse;
Phyl cried! and John began to curse:
Phyl wish'd that she had strain'd a limb,
When first she ventur'd out with him;
John wish'd, that he had broke a leg,
When first for her he quitted Peg.

But what adventures more befel them,
The Muse has now no time to tell them;
How Johnny wheedled, threaten'd, fawn'd,
Till Phyllis all her trinkets pawn'd:
How oft she broke her marriage vows,
In kindness to maintain her spouse,
Till swains unwholesome spoil'd the trade;
For now the surgeons must be paid,
To whom those perquisites are gone,
In Christian justice due to John.

When food and raiment now grew scarce, Fate put a period to the farce,

And with exact poetic justice;

For John was landlord, Phyllis hostess; They keep, at Staines, the Old Blue Boar, Are cat and dog, and rogue and whore.

[The Rev. Patrick Delany, an excellent and learned divine, ha been greatly patronized by Sir Constantine Phipps, who wa chancellor of Ireland under Harley's administration. Bein in a corresponding degree discountenanced by the Whig min. stry, he was recommended to Swift as much by similarity situation as by learning, wit, and social talents. He was a this time a tutor in Trinity college, Dublin. The followin piece has relation to the playful exercises of fancy, which Sh ridan, Delany, the Grattans, and other friends of the Dear were wont to indulge, and which they sometimes drove to t verge of extravagance.]

To you whose virtues, I must own
With shame, I have too lately known;
To you by art and nature taught
To be the man I long have sought,
Had not ill Fate, perverse and blind,
Plac'd you in life too far behind :
Or, what I should repine at more,
Plac'd me in life too far before:
To you the Muse this verse bestows,
Which might as well have been in prose;
No thought, no fancy, no sublime,
But simple topics told in rhyme.

ke porters o'er a pot of all
Such is that clan of boister
ways together by the ears
Shrewd fellows and arch wag
That meet for nothing but a g
To first run one another do
And then fall foul on all the to
d in the horse-laugh and
ad call'd by excellence The
ean your Butler, Dawson,
special friends, and always
The mettled and the vicious
er as little in their breed!
r, Voiture is as like Tom L
rudeness is to repartee.
what you said I wish unsp
il not suffice it was a joke
roach not, though in jest, a
those defects he cannot me

fami

ly characteristic of Voiture, who was w and easy graces into the French lan agreeable turn to many trite and by a happiness peculiar to himself. His rly admired for its singularity and adcourtly Waller, was the, poet of the fair;

both have celebrated the charming den observed, that few authors h lation as Voiture. His native bea de copied in a foreign language

peas, by Voiture's Letters, that he

Such is that clan of boisterous bears,
Always together by the ears;

Shrewd fellows and arch wags, a tribe
That meet for nothing but a gibe;
Who first run one another down,
And then fall foul on all the town;
Skill'd in the horse-laugh and dry rub,
And call'd by excellence The Club.
I mean your Butler, Dawson, Car,
All special friends, and always jar,

The mettled and the vicious steed
Differ as little in their breed!
Nay, Voiture is as like Tom Leigh,
As rudeness is to repartee.

If what you said I wish unspoke,
'Twill not suffice it was a joke;
Reproach not, though in jest, a friend
For those defects he cannot mend;

and both have celebrated the charming Countess of Carlisle. has been observed, that few authors have suffered so much translation as Voiture. His native beauties are of too delicat kind to be copied in a foreign language.

*It appears, by Voiture's Letters, that he was in England in 1653.