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Our bishops puft up with wealth and with pride,
20 So the Commons unhors'd them; and this was
their doom, On their crosiers to ride, like a witch on a broom. 'Though they gallop'd so fast, on the road you may
When Christ was betray'd to Pilate the Prætor,
leavings. If making divisions was all their intent,
35 They've done it, we thank ’em, but not as they
Now hear an allusion : A mitre you know Is divided above, but united below.
* Archbishop of Caltel, Bishops of Killaloe and Elphin.
If this you consider, our emblem is right;
I-ds; tho' it cannot be said
But hold, cry the bps, and give us fair play; Before you condemn us, hear what we can say. What truer affection could ever be shown, 55 Than saving 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
you; Provided a fund for building your fpittals? 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 bless the Commons for biting the biters.
Vestes Veste To the Reverend Dr. SWIFT, D. S. P. D.
With a present of a paper-book finely bound, on
his birth-day, November 30. 1732,
By the Right Hon. John Earl of ORRERY.
Othee, dear Swift, these spotless leaves I send;
Small is the present, but sincere the friend. Think not so poor a book below thy care; Who knows the price that thou canit make it bear? Though tawdry now, and, like 'Tyrilla's face, 5 The specious front shines out with borrow'd grace; Though pasteboards glittring like a tinsel'd coat A rasa tabula within denote : Yet if a venal and corrupted age, And modern vices should provoke thy rage : If warn’d once more by their impending fate, A finking country and an injur'd late, Thy great assistance should again demand, And call forth reason to defend the land
; Then shall we view these sheets with glad surprise, 15 Inspir'd with thought, and speaking to our eyes : Each vacant fpace ihall then, enrich'd, dispense True force of eloquence, and nervous fenfe; Inform the judgement, animate the heart, And sacred rules of policy impart. The spangled cov'ring, bright with splendid ore, Shall cheat the fight with empty show no more : But lead u inward to those golden mines, Where all thy soul in native lustre shines.
* It was occasioned by an annual cuflom which I found pursued a. mung h.st. iends, oi niaking him a present on his birthday, Orrery. Vol. VIII.
So when the eye surveys fome lovely fair, 25
VERSES left with a silver standish on the
DEAN of ST. PATRICK's desk on his birth-day, by Dr. DELANY.
Hliher from Mexico I came
To serve a proud Iernian dame :
This done to Hermes I apply'd :
I grant your suit, the God reply'd, And here he left me to refide.
* Ailuding to 500 1. å-year lent by the Dean, without interest, 20 poor tradesmin.
VERSES written by Dr. Swift, occasioned
by the foregoing presents.
A Paper-book is sent by Boyle,
Too neatly gilt for ine to-foil.
A LOVE-SONG in the MODERN TASTE.
Written in the year 1733.
Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart ;.
Nightly nodding o'er your flocks,
All beneath yon flow'ry rocks.