Her firmnefs who could e'er have known,

Had fhe not evils of her own?

Her kindness who could ever guefs,
Had not her friends been in diftrefs?'
Whatever bafe returns you find

From me, dear Stella, ftill be kind.
In your own heart you 'll reap the fruit,
Though I continue ftill a brute.
But, when I once am out of pain,
I promife to be good again :
Meantime, your other jufter friends
Shall for my follies make amends:
So may we long continue thus,
Admiring you, you pitying us.

ON

DREAM S.

AN IMITATION OF PETRONIUS.

"Somnia quæ mentes ludunt volitantibus umbris," &c.

TE

HOSE dreams, that on the filent night intrude,
And with falfe flitting fhades our minds delude,
Jove never fends us downward from the skies
Nor can they from infernal mansions rise;
But are all mere productions of the brain,
And fools confult interpreters in vain.

For, when in bed we reft our weary limbs,
The mind unburden'd fports in various whims
The bufy head with mimic art runs o'er
The scenes and actions of the day before.

The

The drowsy tyrant, by his minions led,
To regal rage devotes fome patriot's head.
With equal terrors, not with equal guilt,
The murderer dreams of all the blood he spilt.
The foldier fmiling hears the widow's cries,
And ftabs the fon before the mother's eyes.
With like remorse his brother of the trade,
The butcher, fells the lamb beneath his blade.

The ftatesman rakes the town to find a plot,
And dreams of forfeitures by treafon got.
Nor lefs Tom-t-d-man, of true statesman mold,
Collects the city filth in fearch of gold.

Orphans around his bed the lawyer fees,
And takes the plaintiff's and defendant's fees.
His fellow pick-purfe, watching for a job,
Fancies his finger's in the cully's fob.

The kind phyfician grants the husband's prayers,

Or gives relief to long-expecting heirs.

The fleeping hangman ties the fatal noose,
Nor unfuccefsful waits for dead mens fhoes.

The grave divine, with knotty points perplext,
As if he was awake, nods o'er his text:
While the fly mountebank attends his trade,
Harangues the rabble, and is better paid.

The hireling fenator of modern days

Bedaubs the guilty great with nauseous praise :
And Dick the scavenger with equal grace
Flirts from his cart the mud in ***** 's face.

WHIT SHED'S *

MOTTO

ON HIS COACH. 1724.

LIBERTAS et natale folum :

Fine words! I wonder where you ftole 'em.. Could nothing but thy chief reproach

Serve for a motto on thy coach?

But let me now the words tranflate:
Natale folum, my eftate;

My dear eftate, how well I love it!
My tenants, if you doubt, will prove it.
They fwear I am so kind and good,
I hug them, till I fqueeze their blood.
Libertas bears a large import :-

First, how to fwagger in a court;
And, fecondly, to fhew my fury
Against an un-complying jury;
And, thirdly, 'tis a new invention,
To favour Wood, and keep my penfion;
And, fourthly, 'tis to play an odd trick,
Get the great feal, and turn out Broderick;
And, fifthly, (you know whom I mean)
To humble that vexatious Dean;

And, fixthly, for my foul, to barter it
For fifty times its worth to Carteret †.

*The chief juftice who profecuted the Drapier..
† Lord lieutenant of Ireland.

Now,

Now, fince

your motto thus you

conftrue,

I must confefs you 've spoken once true.

Libertas et natale folum :

You had good reason, when you stole 'em.

Sent by Dr. DELANY to Dr. SWIFT, In order to be admitted to speak to him,

when he was DEAF, 1724.

EAR fir, I think 'tis doubly hard,

DE

Your ears and doors fhould both be barr'd,

Can any thing be more unkind?

Muft I not fee, 'cause you are blind?

Methinks a friend at night should cheer

A friend that loves to fee and hear you.

Why am I robb'd of that delight,

When you can be no lofer by 't?

you,

Nay, when 'tis plain (for what is plainer ?)`.
That, if you heard, you'd be no gainer?
For fure you are not yet to learn,
That hearing is not your concern.
Then be your doors no longer barr'd;
Your business, fir, is to be heard.

THE

THE

ANSWER.

HE wife pretend to make it clear,
'Tis no great lofs to lose an ear.
Why are we then so fond of two,
When by experience one would do??

'Tis true, say they, cut off the head, And there's an end; the man is dead; Because, among all human race,

None e'er was known to have a brace :
But confidently they maintain,

That where we find the members twain,
The lofs of one is no fuch trouble,
Since t'other will in ftrength be double.
The limb furviving, you may swear,
Becomes his brother's lawful heir:
Thus, for a trial, let me beg of
Your reverence but to cut one leg off,.
And
you shall find, by this device
The other will be ftronger twice;
For every day you fhall be gaining
New vigour to the leg remaining.
So, when an eye has loft its brother,,
You fee the better with the other.
Cut off your hand, and you may do
With t'other hand the work of two:
Because the foul her power contracts,
And on the brother limb re-acts.

But yet the point is not fo clear in
Another cafe, the fenfe of hearing:
For, though the place of either ear
Be diftant, as one head can bear ;
Yet Galen most acutely fhews you,
(Confult his book de partium ufu)
That from each ear, as he obferves,
There creep two auditory nerves,

Not