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DEAN They lie open on purpose on counters and stalls, And the titles I view, when I shine on the walls. . But a comrade of yours, that traitor Delany, 25 Whom I, for your fake, love better than any, And of my mere motion, and special good grace, Intended in time to succeed in your place, On Tuerday the tenth seditiously came With a certain false traitress, one Stella by name, 30 To the deanery house, and on the north glass, Where, for fear of the cold, I never can pass, Then and there, zi et armis, with a certain utensil, Of value five shillings, in English a pencil, Did maliciously, falsely, and trait'roufly write, 35 Whilt Stella aforesaid stood by with a light *. My lifter has lately depos'd upon oath, That Me ftopt in her course to look at them both: That Stella was helping, abetting, and aiding ; And fill as he writ, stood smiling and reading: 40 That her eyes were as bright as myself at noonday, But her gracetil black locks were mingled with grey; And by the deliription I certainly know, 'Tis the nymph that I courted some ten years ago ; Wbom when I with the best of
my talents endu'd 45 On her promise of yielding, the acted the prude: That some verses were writ with felonious intent, Direct to the north, where I never went: That the letters appear'd reverse thro’ the pane, But in Stella's bright eyes they were plac'd right again; Wherein the distinctly could read ev'ry line, 51 And presently guess'd the fancy was mine . * See verses said to be cut by two of the Dean's friends upon
pane of glass in one of his parlors, among the posthumous pieces, in vol. vii.
+ The mechanism of this poem is formed upon a mistake, which a very flight consideration of the laws of vision would have prevented. The whole depends upon Cynthia’s reading in Stella's eyes the writing, which appeared inverted thro' the pane : but as
see, why his verses fo seldom are shown: The reason is plain, they're none of his own; And observe, while you live, that no man is lay: 55 To discover the goods he came honestly by. fi... If I light on a thought, he'll certainly steal it; v And when he has got it, find ways to conceal it: Of all the fine things he keeps in the dark, There's scarce one in ten, but what has my mark; 60 And let them be seen by the world if he dare, I'll make it appear, they are all stolen ware.. But as for the poem he writ on your fash, I think I have now got him under my My sister transcrib’d it last night to his sorrow, 65 And the public shall see't, if I live till tomorrow. Thro' the zodiac around, it shall quickly be spread In all parts of the globe, where your language is read. He knows very well, I neer gave a refusal, When he ask'd for my aid in the forms that are usual: But the secret is this; I did lately intend
71 To write a few verses on you, as my friend: I ftudied a fortnight before I could find, As I rode in my chariot, a thought to my mind, And resoly'd the next winter, (for that is my time, 75 When the days are at shortest), to get it in rhymes Till then it was lock'd in my box at Parnassus : When that subtle companion, in hopes to surpass us, Conveys out my paper of hints by a trick, (For I think in my conscience he deals with old nick), And from my own stock provided with topics, 82 He gets to a window beyond both the tropics ; There out of my fight, just against the north zone, Writes down my conceits, and calls them his own ; And
you, like a cully, the bubble can swallow : 85 Now, who bot Delany, that writes like Apollo ?
the writing was not inverted on that side of the glass at which Stella. looked, it must accessarily be inverted in her eyes. Hawke
High treason by statute ! but here you object,
DEMAR, the famous rich usurer, who died
Written in the year 1720.
By mortgage hath fecur’d the corpse of Demar :
* This elegy was a subject started and partly executed in company, consisting of Swift and Stella, and a few friends. Every one threw in å hint; and Stella's were the 311, 32d, 33d, and 34th lines. Hawkes.
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF Mr DEMAR. 271
WHERE-E’er he went, he never saw his betters ; 15
He that could once have half a kingdom bought,
Oh London tavern * ! thou haft loft a friend,
Old as he was, no vulgar known disease
The sexton shall green fods on thee bestow :
The Run upon the BANKERS.
Written in the year 1720.
Gain by degrees huge tracts of land,
Are said to represent the seas;
Corrupts and flagnates in the veins,
Its motion and its heat maintains.
Because 'tis lordly not to pay,
Quakers and aldermen in ftate
The banker's ruin'd if he pays :
Make pinions for themselves to fly :
And geefe their silver plumes fupply