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Written by the Reverend Doctor SWIFT,
on his own DEAFNESS,
Vertiginofus, inops, furdus, male gratus Non campana sonars, tonitru non ab Jove
missum, Quod mage mirandum, faltem fi credere fas eft, Vix clamosa meas mulier jam percutit aures.
In EN GL IS H.
EAF, giddy, helplefs, left alone,
Friends a Burthen grown, No more I hear my Church's Bell, Than if it At Thunder now no more I start, Than at the rumbling of a Cart: Nay, what's incredible, alack ! I hardly hear a Woman's Clack.
rang out for
my Knell :
To Dr. HELSHAM.
the Grape's Juice fick;
She mended at first, but she is anew sick.
black and blue fick.
made us all Pew-fick. Are not you, in a Crowd, when you sweat
and you stew, fick ? Lady Santry got out of the * Church when she
grew fick; And, as fast as she could, to the Deanery flew fick.
* St. Patrick's Cathedral, where the Musick on St. Cacilia's Day yas usually performed.
Miss Morice was (I can assure you
fick : For who would not be in that numerous Crew
fick ? Such Musick would make a Fanatick or Jew
fick : Yet, Ladies are seldom at Ombre or Lue fick Nor is, old * Nanny Shales, whene'er the doth
brew, fick. My Footman came home from the Church of
a Bruise fick, And look'd like a Rake, who was made in the
Ştews, fick; But you
learned Doctors can make whom you
chuse fick Poor I myself I was, when I withdrew, fick, For the Smell of them made me like Garlick
and Rue fick. And I
got thro' the Crowd, tho' not led by a
Clew, fick. You hop'd to find many (for that was your
Cụe) sick; But, there were not a Dozen (to give 'em
their Due) fick, And those, to be sure, stuck together, like, Glew, fick;
Vide Grattan. inter Belchamp et Clonfhogh.
So are Ladies in Crowds, when they squeeze
and they screw, fick. You may find they are all, by their yellow
pale Hue, fick; So am I, when Tobacco, like Robin, I chew,
To Dr. SHERIDAN.
Nov. 23, at Night.
Dew fick, And I wish I may soon be not of an A-gue sick; But, I hope I shall ne'er be, like
of a Shrew fick, Who often hath made me, by looking ascue,
To the fame.
up a a Bird
The dullest Beast, and Gentleman's Liquor, When young
is often due to the Vicar. The dullest Beast and Swine's Delight, Make
swift of Flight.
The dullest Beast, and a Party distrest,
The dullest Beast, and the Saddle it wears, Is good for Partridge, not for Hares.
The dullest Beast, and kind Voice of a Cat, Will make a Horse go, though he be not fat.
Thę dullest of Beasts and of Birds in the Air,
The dullest Beast, and a Cobler's Tool,