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. 20 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, 35 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. 44 If this you confider, our emblem is right; 55 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. 5 Think not fo poor a book below thy care; Yet if a venal and corrupted age, 10 And modern vices fhould provoke thy rage: The fpangled cov'ring, bright with fplendid ore, 20 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, 25 With bloom of beauty grace'd, with fhape and air, 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 : But honeft induftry decay'd. At length an artift purchas'd me, This done to Hermes I apply'd : 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. 5 FLutt'ring fpread thy purple pinions, I a flave in thy dominions; Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Thu 5 |