In State Opinions a la Mode.

He hated Wh

like a Toad,

Had giv'n the Faction many a Wound,
And libell'd all the Junto round;'
Kept Company with Men of Wit,
Who often father'd what he writ;

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His Works were hawk'd in ev'ry Street:

But feldom rofe above a Sheet;

Of late indeed the Paper Stamp

Did very much his Genius cramp;

And fince he could not spend his Fire,
He now intended to retire.

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SAID HARLEY, I defire to know
From his own Mouth, if this be fo?
Step to the Doctor ftrait, and fay,
I'd have him dine with me to Day.
Swift feem'd to wonder what he meant,
Nor would believe My Lord had fent;
So never offer'd once to flir;

But coldly faid, Your Servant, Sir.

47. Scitari libet ex ipfo quodcunque refers. Dic

Ad cœnam veniat.

Mirari fecum tacitus.

Nam Jane credere Mana;

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54 Benigne, Refpondet.

Does

Does he refufe me? HARLEY cry'd:
He does, with Infolence and Pride.
Some few Days after HARLEY fpies
The Doctor faften'd by the Eyes
At Charing-Cross, among the Rout,
Where painted Monsters are hung out.
He pull'd the String, and ftopt his Coach,

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I'm fure I never fou'd neglect

No Man alive has more Respect·

"Well, I fhall think of that no more,

"If you'll be fure to come at Four.

55. Negat ille mihi?

56. Negat improbus, & te Negligit, aut horret.

57. -Volteium mane Philippus,

Vilia vendentem tunicato fcruta popello,
Occupat, & jalvere jubet prior.

65. Ille Philippo

71.

Excujare laborem.

Sic ignovije putato

Me tibi, fi conas hodie mecum.

Pot nonam venies:

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Ut libet. Ergo

The

The Doctor now obeys the Summons,

Likes both his Company, and Commons;

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Difplays his Talent, fits till Ten;
Next Day invited comes again;
Soon grows Domeftick, feldom fails
Either at Morning, or at Meals;
Came early, and departed late:
In fhort, the Gudgeon took the Bait.
MY LORD would carry on the Jeft,
And down to Windfor takes his Guest.
Swift much admires the Place and Air,
And longs to be a Canon there;

In Summer, round the Park to ride;
In Winter, never to refide,

A Canon! That's a Place too mean :
No, Doctor, you fhall be a Dean:
Two Dozen Canons round your Stall,
And you the Tyrant o'er them all :
You need but cross the Irish Seas,
To live in Plenty, Pow'r, and Ease,

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81.

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Ut ventum ad cænam eft, dicenda, tacenda locutus
Tandem dormitum dimittitur. Hic ubi fæpe
Occultum vifus decurrere pifcis ad hamum,
Mane cliens, & jam certus conviva;

Jubetur

Rura fuburbana indi&tis comes ire Latinis.
Impofitus mannis arvum cœlumque Sabinum
Non ceffat laudare.

87. Videt, ridetque Philippus :

Poor

Poor Swift departs; and, what is worse,
With borrow'd Money in his Purse;
Travels at least a hundred Leagues,

And fuffers numberless Fatigues.

SUPPOSE him, now, a Dean compleat,

Devoutly lolling in his Seat;

The Silver Virge, with decent Pride,

Stuck underneath his Cushion Side;
Suppose him gone thro' all Vexations,
Patents, Inftalments, Abjurations,

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Cheats.

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Firft-Fruits and Tenths, and Chapter-Treats,
Dues, Payments, Fees, Demands, and
(The wicked Laity's contriving,
To hinder Clergymen from thriving)
Now all the Doctor's Money's fpent,
His Tenants wrong him in his Rent;
The Farmers, fpitefully combin'd,
Force him to take his Tythes in Kind;
And Parvifol discounts Arrears,

*

By Bills, for Taxes and Repairs.

POOR Swift, with all his Loffes vext, Not knowing where to turn him next,

107.

Oves furto, morbo periere capella;
Spem mentita feges, bos eft enectus arando ;

*The Dean's Agent, a Frenchman.
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Above

Above a Thousand Pounds in Debt,
Takes Horse, and, in a mighty Fret,
Rides Day and Night at such a Rate,
He foon arrives at HARLEY's Gate;
But was fo dirty, pale and thin,
Old Read would hardly let him in.

SAID HARLEY, welcome Rev'rend Dean;
What makes your Worship look so lean?
Why fure you won't appear in Town,
In that old Wig, and rufty Gown ?
I doubt your Heart is fet on Pelf
So much, that you neglect yourself.
What! I fuppofe now Stocks are high,
You've fome good Purchase in your Eye;
Or is your Money out at Use ?
Truce, good my LORD, I beg a Truce.
(The Doctor in a Paffion cry'd,)

Your Raillery is mifapply'd ;

I have Experience dearly bought,

You know I am not worth a Groat;

115. Offenfus, Damnis, mediâ de nocte caballum Arripit iratufque Philippi tendit ad ædes. The Lord Treasurer's Porter.

121. Quem fimul afpexit fcabrum intonfumque Philippus:

Durus, ait, Voltei, nimis attentufque videris
Elle mibi.

But