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prevailed on to grant a Copy, and yet several Lines were retained by Memory, and are often repeated in Dublin.

It is thought, that one of His Servants, in whom He had great Confidence, and who had Access to his Closet, took an Opportunity, while his Master was riding some Miles out of Town, to transcribe the whole Poem : And, it is probable, that the Servant lent it to others, who were not trusty, (as it is generally the Case). By this Accident, I, having got a very correct Copy from a Friend in Dublin, lie under no Obligation to conceal it.

I have shewn it to very.good Judges, Friends of the Dean, (if I may venture to say so to You, who are such a Superior Judge and Poet) who are well acquainted with the Author's Stile, and Manner, and they all allow it to be Genuine, as well as perfectly finished and correct ; His particular Genius appearing in every Line, together with His peculiarWay of Thinking and Writing.

I should be very sorry to offend the DEAN, although I am a perfect Stranger to His Person: But, since the Poem will infallibly be soon printed, either here, or in Dublin, I take myself to have the best Title to send it to the Press; and I shall direct the Printer to commit as few Errors as possible. I am, SIR, with the greatest Respect,

Your most Obedient, and From my Chambers

Most Humble Servant. Temple, Lond.

L. M. April 1, 1733.

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LIFE and CHARACTER

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DEAN S------T. Upon a Maxim in Rochefoucault

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ISE Rochefoucault a Maxim writ
W Made up of Malice, Truth, and

Wit :
If what he says be not a Joke,
We Mortals are strange kind of Folk.

But hold :
-Before we farther go,

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"Tis fit the Maxim we should know.

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He says, · Whenever Fortune sends
Disasters to our dearest Friends,
Although we outwardly may grieve,

We oft are Laughing in our Sleeve.'
And, when I think upon't, this Minute,
I fancy there is something in it.

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We see a Comrade get a Fall,
Yet laugh our Hearts out, one and all.

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Tom for a wealthy Wife looks round, 15 A Nymph, that brings ten thousand Pound : He no where could have better pick'd; A Rival comes, and Tom is nick’d. See, how behave his Friends profeft, They turn the Matter to a Jeft ;

20 Loll out their Tongues, and, thus they talk, Poor Tom bas got a plaguy Baulk !

I could give Instànces enough, That Human Friendship is but Stuff, Whene'er a flatt'ring Puppy cries

25 You are his Dearest Friend ;

he lyes : To lose a Guinea at Picquet Wou'd make him rage, and form, and fret, Bring from his Heart fincerer Groans, Than if he heard you brake your Bones.

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Come, tell me truly, wou'd you

take well, Suppose your Friend and You were Egual, To see him always foremost stand, Affect to take the upper Hand, And strive to pass in publick View, 35 For much a better Man than You?

Envy, I doubt, wou'd pow'rful prove,
And get the better of your Love ;
"Twou'd please your Palate, like a Feaft,
To see him mortify'd at least

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'Tis true, we talk of Friendship much, But, who are they that can keep Touch ? True Friendship in two Breasts requires The fame Averhons, and Depres; My Friend should have, when I complain, 45 A Fellow-feeling of my

Pain.

Yet, by Experience, oft we find, Our Friends are of a diff'rent Mind; And, were I tortur'd with the Gout, They'd laugh to see me make a Rout, Glad, that themselves cou'd walk about.

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Let me suppose, two special Friends,
And, each to Poetry pretends :
Wou'd either Poet take it well,
To hear, the other bore the Bell ?.
His Rival, for the Chiefeft reckon'd;
Himself, pass only for the Second ?---

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When you are Sick, your Friends, you say, Will send their Howdye's ev'ry Day:

Alas!

Alas ! that gives you small Relief! 60
They send for Manners; not for Grief :--
Nor, if you dy'd, wou'd fail to go
That Ev’ning to a Puppet-Shew:-
Yet, come in Time to sew their Loves,
And get a Hatband, Scarf, and Gloves.

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To make these Truths the better known, Let me suppose the Case my own.

The Day will come, when't shall be said,
D'ye hear the News ?-the Dean is dead !

Poor Man! he went, all on a sudden !'-70 H’as dropp'd, and givin the Crow a Pudden! What Money was behind him found ? "I hear, about two thousand Pound - Tis own'd he was a Man of Wit,' Yet many a foolish Thing he writ; 75

And, sure he must be deeply learn’d!. That's more than ever I discern'd · I know his nearest Friends complain, • He was too airy for a Dean.* He was an honest Man, I'll swear :- 80 Why, Sir, I differ from

you For, I have heard another Story, He was a most confounded Tory ! · Yet here we had a strong Report, « That he was well receiv'd at Court.'

Why,

there ;

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