And be affur'd the court will find him To make the bundle ftrong and safe, 45 50 **2*********&*&**&*&*£*&*&*&*& The AUTHOR upon himself. A few of the first lines were wanting in the copy fent. us by a friend of the author's. an old Y ar purfu'd A crazy prelate, and a royal prudé †;: * Dr. Sharp,, Archbishop of York. Her late Majefty Queen Anne, 1 Archbishop Sharp, according to Dr. Swift's acconnt, had reprefen ed him to the Queer as a perfon that was not a Chriftian: a great lady had fupported the afperfion; and the Queen, upon fuch a lurances, had given away the bishopric contrary to her Majesty's ft atentions, which were in favour of Dr. Swift, Orrery. Swift had the fin of wit, no venial crime; Nay, 'tis affirm'd, he fometimes dealt in rhyme; 10 [grace; 15 He mov'd, and bow'd, and talk'd, with too much But after fage monitions from his friends, And now the public interest to support, 20 25 30 35 Now Finch alarms the Lords: he hears for cer tain This dang'rous prieft is got behind the curtain. * A coffeehouse and tavern near St. Paul's, at that time much fre. quented by the clergy. Then Secretary of State, afterwards Lord Bolingbroke. The late Earl of Nottingham, who made a fpeech in the house of Lords against the author. Finch, fam'd for tedious elocution, proves 4F "From whence with half an eye we may discover 45 "The peace is made, and Perkin must come over." York is from Lambeth fent to fhew the Queen A dangerous treatise writ against the spleen *; Which, by the style, the matter, and the drift, 'Tis thought could be the work of none but Swift. Poor York! the harmless tool of others hate; He fues for pardon †, and repents too late. Now, her vengeance vows On Swift's reproaches for her 51 From her red locks her mouth with venom fills; 55 The Queen incens'd, his fervices forgot, Now through the realm a proclamation spread ‡, While innocent, he fcorns ignoble flight; By Harley's favour once again he shines; Is now carefs'd by candidate divines, 60 Who change opinions with the changing fcene: 65 Lord! how were they mistaken in the Dean! They both spoke against the author in the house of Commons, although Aillabie profeffed much friend hip for him. * Tale of a Tub. His Grace was forry for what he had faid, and fent a meffage to the author to defire his pardon. The proclamation was against the author of a pamphlet, called, "The public fpirit of the Whigs," against which the Scotch Lords complained. See it in vol. 2. Now Now Delaware | again familiar grows; || And in Swift's ear thrufts half his powder'd nose. By faction tir'd, with grief he waits a while, His great contending friends to reconcile, Performs what friendship, juftice, truth, require: What could he more but decently retire * *? In SICKNES S. Written foon after the author's coming to live in Ireland, upon the Queen's death, October 1714. IS true, then why fhould I repine But why obfcurely here alone, Where I am neither lov'd nor known? Delaware, then Lord Treasurer of the household, always careffed the author at court: but, during the trial of the printers before the houfe of Lords, and while the proclamation hung over the author, his Lordship would not feem to know him. ** The Stotch Lords treated and vifited the author more afte the proclamation than before, except the Duke of Argyll, who woul, never be reconciled. * About ten weeks before the Queen's death, I left he tow upon occafion of that incurable breach among the great mo a. court, and went down to Berkshire. Preferring Preferring his regard for me pay Some formal vifits, looks, and words, 15 20 And spare my abfent friends the grief 25 Expir'd to-day, intomb'd to-morrow, When known, will fave a double forrow, To the Earl of OXFORD, late Lord Treafurer. Sent to him when he was in the Tower, before his trial. Out of HORACE. Written in the year 1716. HOW blefs'd is he who for his country dies, |