For should I break your fweet Repose,
Who knows what Money you might lose ?
Since oftentimes it has been found,
A Dream has giv'n ten thousand Pound.
Then sleep, my Friend, dear Dean, fleep on,
And all you get shall be your own;
That all you lose belongs to me.
O about twelve at Night, the Punk
Steals from the Cully when he's drunk
Nor is contented with a Treat,
Without her Privilege to cheat:
Nor can I the leaft Diff'rence find,
But that you left no Clap behind.
But Jeft apart, restore, you Capon ye,
My twelve *Thirteens and Six-pence Ha'penny.
To eat my Meat, and drink my Medlicot,
And then to give me fuch a deadly Cut-
But 'tis obferv'd, that Men in Gowns
Are most inclin❜d to plunder Crowns.
Could you but change a Crown as easy
As you can steal one, how 'twould please ye!
* An English Shilling paffeth for thirteen Pence in Ireland.
I thought the Lady at St. Cath'rines
Knew how to fet you better Patterns;
For this I will not dine with + Agmondifham,
And for his Victuals let a Ragman dish 'em.
Saturday Night.
On the LITTLE HOUSE by the CHURCH YARD of Castleknock.
HOEVER pleaseth to enquire, Why yonder Steeple wants a Spire, + old Fellow, Poet Joe, The philofophic Caufe will fhew.
Once on a Time, a western Blaft,
At least twelve Inches overcaft,
Reck'ning Roof, Weather-cock, and all,
Which came with a prodigious Fall;
And tumbling topfi-turvy round,
Light with its Bottom on the Ground.
For by the Laws of Gravitation,
It fell into its proper
+ Agmondifham Vefey, Efq: a very worthy Gentleman, for whom the Author had a great Esteem.
This is the little strutting Pile,
You see juft by the Church-yard Stile;
The Walls in tumbling gave a Knock,
And thus the Steeple got a Shock;
From whence the neighb'ring Farmer calls
The Steeple, Knock; the Vicar, * Walls.
The Vicar once a Week creeps in,
Sits with his Knees up to his Chin ;
Here conns his Notes, and takes a Whet,
"Till the small ragged Flock is met.
A Traveller, who by did pass, Obferv'd the Roof behind the Grafs; On Tiptoe ftood and rear'd his Snout, And faw the Parfon creeping out; Was much furpriz'd to fee a Crow Venture to build his Neft fo low.
A School-boy ran unto't and thought
The Crib was down, the Blackbird caught.
A Third, who loft his Way by Night,
Was forc'd, for Safety, to alight,
And stepping o'er the Fabrick Roof,
His Horse had like to fpoil his Hoof,
#Reverend Archdeacon Wall.
Warburton took it in his Noddle,
This Building was defign'd a Model,
Or of a Pigeon-houfe, or Oven,
To bake one Loaf, and keep one Dove in.
Then Mrs. Johnson gave her Verdict,
And every one was pleas'd, that heard it :
All that you make this Stir about,
Is but a Still without a Spout.
The Rev'rend Dr. † Raymond guess'd,
More probably than all the reft;
He faid, but that it wanted Room,
It might have been a Pigmy's Tomb.
The Doctor's Family came by,
And little Miss began to cry;
Give me that Houfe in my own Hand;
Then Madam bid the Chariot stand,
Call'd to the Clerk in manner mild,
Pray reach that Thing, here to the Child;
That Thing, I mean, among the Kale,
And here's to buy a Pot of Ale.
The Clerk faid to her in a Heat,
What, fell my Mafter's Country Seat?
Where he comes ev'ry Week from Town;
He would not fell it for a Crown..
* A Friend of the Author's, known by the Name of STELLA.
Poh! Fellow keep not fuch a Pother,
In half an Hour thou'lt make another.
Says Nancy, I can make for Mifs,
A finer House ten times than this;
The Dean will give me Willow Sticks,
And Joe my Apron full of Bricks.
The AUTHOR and his FRIENDS used to divert themselves, for Amusement, in making RIDDLES, fome of which have been printed in the second Volume of his Works, and were well received, as we hope the following will be, although we cannot tell the Authors of each.
With borrow'd Silver fhine,
What you fee is none of mine;
First I fhew you but a Quarter,
Like the Bow that guards the Tartar ;
Then the Half, and then the Whole,
Ever dancing round a Pole.
ANOTHER.
HAT will raife your Admiration,
I am not one of GOD's Creation,
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