In the days of good John,* if you came here to d You had choice of good meat, but no choic good wine. In Jonathan's reign, if you came here to eat, You have choice of good wine, but no choi good meat. O Jove! then how fully might all sides be blest Would'st thou but agree to this humble request Put both deans in one; or, if that's too mu trouble, Instead of the deans, make the deanery double. ON ANOTHER WINDOW.† A BARD, on whom Phoebus his spirit bestow'd, Resolving t' acknowledge the bounty he ow'd, * Dr Sterne, the predecessor of Swift in the deanery of S trick's, and afterward bishop of Clogher, was distinguishe his hospitality.-F. + Written by Dr Delany, in conjunction with Stella, as aj from the verses which follow. 7 eaves Phoebus to gardless of meat. pecting to dine, wit and sheer wine, DEAN. 1720. eply to the verses on the win we let you to know ou mortals below. y chemists been told, on't, it is I that make gold; ot, you so carefully hide it, I hardly have spy'd it. that, whenever I shine, 1 I ripen the vine ; I alone can inspire the And as for their works, whe They lie open on purpose of This is gratefully own'd by each boy in the coll Whom if I inspire, it is not to my knowledge. This every pretender to rhyme will admit, Without troubling his head about judgment or These gentlemen use me with kindness and f dom, And as for their works, when I please I may 'em. They lie open on purpose on counters and stalls With a certain false trait'ress, one Stella by nam er yet went: through the pane, wwere plac'd right ad every line, fancy was mine, hom oft she has seen and College Green. 5 seldom are shown; none of his own: hat no man is shy ne honestly by. ill certainly steal it, ways to conceal it: ps in the dark, 1 at what has my mark e world if he dare, e all stolen ware. it on your sash, n under my lash; st night to his sorrow, ; if I live till to-morrow. ound, it shall quickly be e where your language is ne'er gave a refusal, d in the forms that are usual: ance, Te Phoebus think fit to proced Sce Delany has dar'd, like P To clime to our region, and the We order a vulture in shape of To prey on his liver, but not to And d we order our subjects of e To believe all his verses were ad under the pain of our hig To call nothing his but the rhy veys vut шу раретогини, бу а чтск, (For I think in my conscience he deals with O Nick) And from my own stock provided with topics, He gets to a window beyond both the tropics, There out of my sight, just against the north zon Writes down my conceits, and then calls them own; And you, like a booby, the bubble can swallow: So a thief steals my horse, and has him well dress ance, We Phoebus think fit to proceed to the sentence. |