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"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'll own you a strong cur*."

This morning I'm growing by fmelling of yew fick; My brother 's come over with gold from Peru fick ; Last 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 excuse) fick

You fee that I fcorn to mention word mufick.

I'll do my beft,

To fend the reft;
Without a jeft,

I'll ftand the test.

Thefe lines that I fend 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.

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. N.

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ON THE BUSTS

I GR A M,

IN RICHMOND HERMITAGE. 1732.

"Sic fibi lætantur Docti."

WITH honour thus by Carolina plac'd,

How are thefe venerable buftoes grac❜d!
O 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, whofe bounty thy merits had fed, Ere her own was laid low, had exalted thy head; And fince our good Queen to the wife is so just, 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 shall be my exalter;
And yet he would raise me, I know, by a halter !

* 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 ORRER Y.

To thee, dear Swift, thefe fpotlefs leaves I fend;

Small is the present, 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 fhines 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 reafon to defend the land;
Then fhall we view thefe fheets with glad furprize
Infpir'd with thought, and fpeaking to our eyes:
Each vacant space shall then, enrich'd, difpenfe
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:

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But lead us inward to thofe 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 celestial mind!

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

ON HIS BIRTH-DAY.

BY DR. DELANY.

HITHER from Mexico I came,

To ferve a proud Ternian dame :
Was long fubmitted to her will;
At length the loft me at quadrille.
Through various fhapes I often pafs'd,
Still hoping to have reft at last;
And fill 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 honeft Industry decay'd.

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

At

At length an artift purchas'd me,
And wrought me to the shape you fee,

This done, to Hermes, I apply'd
"O Hermes 1 gratify my pride;
"Be it my fate to ferve a fage,
"The greatest genius of his age;
"That matchlefs pen let me fupply,
"Whofe living lines will never die !”*
I grant your fuit; the God reply'd,
And here he left me to refide.

VERSE S

OCCASIONED BY

THE FOREGOING PRESENTS.

A PAPER-BOOK is fent by Boyle,

Too neatly gilt for me to foil,

Delany fends a filver ftandish,

When I no more a pen can brandifh.
Let both around my tomb be plac'd;
As trophies of a Mufe deceas'd:
And let the friendly lines they writ
In praife of long-departed wit
Be grav'd on either fide in columns,
More to my praife than all my volumes
To burft with envy, fpite, and rage,
The Vandals of the prefent age,

THE

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