Dick loft in Doll a wife tender and dear: But Dick loft by Doll twelve hundred a year; Dick figh'd for his Doll, and his mournful arms croft; Thought much of his Doll, and the jointure he lost : The first vex'd him much, the other vex'd most. 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 loss, and fo quietly dy’d. after: Dick left a pattern few will copy Meath fmiles for the jointure, though gotten fo late; VERSES ON I KNOW NOT WHAT. MY lateft tribute here I fend, With this let your collection end. Thus I confign you down to fame due. Give future times the fatisfaction, *John Cuffe of Defart, Efq; married the general's eldeft daughter. N. VOL. II. DR. SWIFT'S COMPLAINT, ON HIS OWN DEAFNES.S.. Because to few you will be fhewn. DOCTOR. No more I hear my church's bell, ANSWER. Then write and read, 'twill do as well. A woman's clack, if I have skill, 'That does, I own, increafe my wonder. DR. DR. SWIFT TO HIMSELF, ON SAINT CECILIA'S DAY. TRAVE Dean of St. Patrick's, how comes it to pafs, GR That you, who know mufic no more than an ass, That you, who fo lately were writing of Drapiers, Should lend your cathedral to players and fcrapers ? To act fuch an opera once in a year, 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. H 2 Swift Above the door, at country-fair, And, as ill neighbours in the night Is by the teeth of Envy torn; Pelts him by turns with veife and profe, Swift occafionally supplied him with a letter. Dr. Delany, piqued at the approbation those 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 At length prefumes to vent his fatire on PARODY ON A CHARACTER OF DEAN SMEDLEY. Written in Latin by himself. THE very reverend Dean Smedley, Of dullness, pride, conceit, a medley, Was equally allow'd to shine As poet, fcholar, and divine; With godliness could well difpenfe, From many (and we may believe him) The original is in the "Supplement to Swift." N. |