Our bishops puft up with wealth and with pride, To hell on the backs of the clergy would ride. They mounted and labour'd with whip and with fpur,

In vain

- for the devil a parfon would sftir.

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So the Commons unhors'd them; and this was

their doom,

On their crofiers to ride, like a witch on a broom. Though they gallop'd fo faft, on the road you may find 'em,

And have left us but three out of twenty behind 'em. Lord Bolton's good grace, Lord Car, and Lord Howard

In fpite of the devil will still be untoward.

They came of good kindred, and could not endure Their former companions fhould beg at their door.

When Chrift was betray'd to Pilate the Prætor, Of a dozen apoftles, but one prov'd a traitor; 30 One traitor alone, and faithful eleven ;

But we can afford you fix traitors in feven.

What a clutter with clippings, dividings, and cleavings!

And the clergy forfooth muft take up with their

leavings.

If making divifions was all their intent,

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They've done it, we thank 'em, but not as they

meant ;

And fo may fuch bifhops for ever divide,

That no honeft heathen would be on their fide. How should we rejoice, if, like Judas the first, Thofe fplitters of parfons in funder should burst? 40

Now hear an allufion :- A mitre you know Is divided above, but united below.

* Archbishop of Cashel, Bishops of Killaloe and Elphin.

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If this you confider, our emblem is right;
The b s divide, but the clergy unite.
Should the bottom be fplit, our bps would dread
That the mitre would never stick faft on their head;
And yet they have learn'd the chief art of a fov'reign,
As Machiavel taught 'em, Divide, and ye govern.
But courage, my L-ds; tho' it cannot be said
That one cloven tongue ever fat on your head; 50
I'll hold you a groat, and I wish I could fee't,
If your ftockings were off, you could fhew cloven
feet.

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But hold, cry the b-ps, and give us fair play; Before you condemn us, hear what we can say. What truer affection could ever be shown, Than faving your fouls, by damning our own? And have we not practis'd all methods to gain you; With the tithe of the tithe of the tithe to maintain your;

Provided a fund for building your spittals?

You are only to leave four years without victuals. 60 Content, my good L-ds; but let us change hands; First take you our tithes, and give us your lands. So God bless the church, and three of our mitres; And God blefs the Commons for biting the biters.

Το

To the Reverend Dr. SWIFT, D. S. P. D.

With a prefent of a paper-book finely bound, on his birth-day, November 30. 1732,

By the Right Hon. JOHN Earl of ORRERY.

'O thee, dear Swift, these spotless leaves I fend; Small is the prefent, but fincere the friend.

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Think not fo poor a book below thy care;
Who knows the price that thou canst make it bear?
Though tawdry now, and, like 'Tyrilla's face,
The fpecious front fhines out with borrow'd grace;
Though pafteboards glitt'ring like a tinfel'd coat
A rafa tabula within denote:

Yet if a venal and corrupted age,

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And modern vices fhould provoke thy rage:
If warn'd once more by their impending fate,
A finking country and an injur'd fiate,
Thy great affiftance fhould again demand,
And call forth reason to defend the land;
Then fhall we view thefe fheets with glad furprise, 15
Infpir'd with thought, and speaking to our eyes :
Each vacant fpace thall then, enrich'd, difpenfe
True force of eloquence, and nervous fenfe;
Inform the judgement, animate the heart,
And facred rules of policy impart.

The fpangled cov'ring, bright with fplendid ore,
Shall cheat the fight with empty fhow no more:
But lead u inward to thofe golden mines,
Where all thy foul in native luftre fhines.

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It was occafioned by an annual cuftom which I found purfued a. mong hist.iends, of making him a prefent on his birthday. Orrery. VOL. VIII.

S

So

So when the eye furveys fome lovely fair,

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With bloom of beauty grace'd, with fhape and air,
How is the rapture heigten'd, when we find
Her form excell'd by her celeftial mind!

VERSES left with a filver ftandifh on the DEAN of ST. PATRICK's defk on his birth-day, by Dr. DELANY.

Hither from Mexico I came

To ferve a proud Iernian dame :
Was long fubmitted to her will;
At length fhe loft me at quadrille.
Through various fhapes I often pass'd,
Still hoping to have reft at laft:
And still ambitious to obtain
Admittance to the patriot Dean;
And fometimes got within his door,
But foon turn'd out to ferve the poor *;
Not ftrolling idleness to aid,

But honeft induftry decay'd.

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

This done to Hermes I apply'd :
"O Hermes, gratify my pride :
"Re it my fate to ferve a fage,
"The greateft 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.

* Alluding to 500 1. a-year lent by the Dean, without intereft, to poor tradesmen.

VERSES written by Dr. SWIFT, occafioned 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 brandish,
Let both around my tomb be place'd,
As trophies of a mufe deceas'd:
And let the friendly lines they writ
In praise 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.

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FLutt'ring fpread thy purple pinions,
Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart;

I a flave in thy dominions;
Nature must give way to art.
II.

Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Nightly nodding o'er your flocks,
See my weary days confuming
All beneath yon flow'ry rocks.

Thu

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