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So, the Bard he finds Drink, and leaves Phæbus
With the Thoughts he inspires, regardless of
Meat. Hence they that come hither expecting to dine, Are always fobb’d off with Theer Wit and sheer
On another Window.
RE the Guests of this House still doom'd
to be cheated ? Sure the Fates have decreed they by Halves
should be treated ? In the Days of good * John, if you came here
to dine, You had Choice of good Meat, no Choice of
good Wine. In Yonathan's Reign if you come here to eat, You have Choice of good Wine, no Choice of
good Meat. Oh yove! then how fully might all Sides be
blest, Would'st thou butagree to this humble Request:
Put * Dr. John Stearne, late Lord Bishop of Clogher, who had been the Predecessor of Dr. Swift, in the Deanery of St. Patrick's, and was always distinguished for his great Hospitality
Put both Deans in one ; or if that's too much
Trouble, Instead of the Deans, make the Deanery double.
To a LADY, who desired the AUTHOR to
write some Verses upon her in the heroic Style,
Written at London in the Year 1726.
Tell me, what have I to write ?
Hearken what my Lady says,
you to be witty,
If my wand'ring Head be less
You would teach me to be wise ;
Station How to relish Notions high ; How to live, and how to die.
But it was decreed by Fate, Mr. Dean you come too late ; Well I know, you can discern, I am now too old to learn : Follies from my Youth instilld, Have
Soul entirely fillid : In my
Head and Heart they center; Nor will let your Lessons enter.
Bred a Fondling, and an Heiress;
Balls, and Masquerades, and Shows,
Case at large,
Sing my Praise in Strain sublime; Treat not me with doggrel Rhyme. 'Tis but just, you should produce With each Fault, each Fault's Excuse: Not to publish ev'ry Trifle, And my
few Perfections stifle. With some Gifts at least endow me, Which
my very Foes allow me. Am I spightful, proud, unjust ? Did I ever break
Which of all
call me rude or haughty?
Think not Cards my chief Diversion,