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In return to her fcorn, I sent her diseases ;
An ELEGY on the much lamented death of
of Mr. DEMAR, the famous rich usurer, who died the 6th of July 1720 *.
Written in the year 1720.
K Nnow all men by these presents, Death the tamer
By mortgage hath secur'd the corpse of Demar; Nor can four hundred thousand Sterling pound. Redeem him from his prison under ground. His heirs might well, of all his wealth pofleft, 5 Bestow to bury him one iron chest. Plutus the god of wealth will joy to know His faithful steward in the shades below.. He walk'd the streets, and wore a threadbare cloak; He din'd and fupp'd at charge of other folk : And by his looks, had he held out his palms, He might be thought an object fit for alms; So, to the poor if he refus'd his pelf, He us’d them full as kindly as himself.
Where'er he went, he never saw his betters; 15. Lords, knights, and 'squires, were all his humble
* This elegy was a subject started and partly executed in company, confisting of Swift and siella, and a few friends. Every one threw in a hint; and S:ella's were the 31st, 32d, 33d, and 34: h lines.
And under hand and seal the Irish nation
He that could once have half a kingdom bought,
Oh London tavern * ! thou hast lost a friend, 25
Old as he was, no vulgar known disease
The sexton shall green fods on thee bestow:
* A tavern in Dublin where Demar kept his office. + See an epitapla on this miser, vol. vit. p. 301.
Gain by degrees huge tracts of land,
Turns all again to barren strand.
The multitude's capricious pranks
Are said to represent the seas;
Corrup:s and itagnates in the veins,
Quakers and aldermen in itate
"Make pinions for themfelves to fly:"
They fly like bats on parchment wings,
Bills turn the leaders into debtors :
Tormenting fools behind their backs :
The witches left in open air,
power no more than other folk, Expos'd with all their magic ware.
Where creditors demand their due ;
Upon the god of gold and hell,
From Satan for a term of years,
Whene'er the bloody bond | appears.
* It is f:id of Nero, that when he first came to the imperial dige niy from the tutorage of Seneca, being asked to sign a warrant for an execution, he wified he could not write.
+ Witches were tabled to torinent the al fent, by roasting or otherwie il creating their images in wax.
| Thefe cuntracts were always fupposed to be signed with blood.
From his own hand foresees his fall; They have his soul who have his bonds; *l'is like the writing on the wall *.
When firit he finds himself awake
Few bankers will to heav'n be mounters :
And they in men and angels fight
Weigh'd in the balance, and found light,
The DESCRIPTION of an IRISH FEAST,
translated almost literally out of the original Irish,
Translated in the year 1720.
Rourk’s noble fare
Will ne'er be forgot,
Or those who were not,
* Mene mene tekel upharfia.