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No cruel mafter could require,
*From flaves employ'd for daily hire,
1 blefs the hand from whence they came, "Nor dare distort my face for fhame.
Best pattern of true friends! beware:
On the DEATH of DEMAR, the USURER;
Who died the fixth of July, 1720.
KNOW all men by these prefents, Death the tamer By mortgage hath secur❜d the corpse of Demar: Nor can four hundred thousand ferling pound Redeem him from his prifon under ground.
His heirs might well, of all his wealth poffefs'd,
Plutus the god of wealth will joy to know
His faithful fteward in the fhades below.
He walk'd the ftreets, and wore a threadbare cloak;
He us'd them full as kindly as himself.
Where'er he went, he never faw his betters; Lords, knights, and squires, were all his humble debtors; And under hand and seal the Irish nation
Were forc'd to own to him their obligation.
He that could once have half a kingdom bought,
His coffers from the coffin could not fave,
Oh London tavern! thou haft loft a friend,
On him could ever-boaft a power to feize;
"But, as he weigh'd his gold, grim Death in fpight "Cast-in his dart, which made three moidores light;
* A tavern in Dublin, where Demar kept his office. + Thefe four lines were written by Stella.
"And, as he faw his darling money fail,
Blew his last breath, to fink the lighter fcale."
A difmal banker must that banker be,
EPITAPH ON A MISER.
BENEATH this verdant hillock lies
Demar, the wealthy and the wife.
His heirs, that he might fafely rest,
TO MRS. HOUGHTON OF BORMOUNT. Upon praifing her Husband to Dr. SWIFT.
You always are making a God of your Spouse;
But this neither Reafon nor Confcience allows :
Perhaps you will fay, 'tis in gratitude due,
VERSES, WRITTEN ON A WINDOW,
At the DEANRY HOUSE, ST. PATRICK'S.
RE the guests of this houfe ftill doom'd to be [treated. Sure, the fates have decreed they by halves fhould be In the days of good * Jolin, if you came here to dine, You had choice of good meat, but no choice of good. In Jonathan's reign, if you come here to eat, [wine. You have choice of good wine, but no choice of good meat. Oh, Jove! then how fully might all fides be bleft, Would'st thou but agree to this humble request ? Put both deans in one; or, if that 's too much trouble, Instead of the deans, make the deanry double.
ON ANOTHER WINDOW.
A BARD, on whom Phoebus his fpirit beftow'd,
Refolving t' acknowledge the bounty he ow'd, Found out a new method at once of confeffing, And making the most of fo mighty a bleffing: To the God he'd be grateful; but mortals he'd chouse, By making his patron prefide in his house;
And wifely forefaw this advantage from thence,
That the God would in honour bear moft of th' expence :
APOLLO to the DEA N. 1720.
RIGHT trufty, and fo forth-we let you to know
We are very ill us'd by you mortals below.
For, first, I have often by chemifts been told,
Though I know nothing on 't, it is I that make gold,
Without whom they could get neither claret nor beef: Yet their wine and their victuals thefe curmudgeon lubbards
Lock up from my fight in cellars and cupboards.
And taint all their meat, and four all their drink.
This is gratefully own'd by each boy in the college,