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Now Wardel's in hafte, and begins to complain;
Your moft humble fervant, Dear Sir, I remain,
T. S-N.

Get Heliham, Walmsley, Delany,
And fome Grattans, if there be any
Take care you do not bid too many.

DR. SWIFT'S ANSWER.

HE verfes

THE

you fent on the bottling your wine Were, in every one's judgment, exceedingly. fine;

And I must confefs, as a dean and divine,
I think you infpir'd by the Mufes all nine.
I nicely examin'd them every line,

And the worst of them all like a barn-door did fhine.
Oh, that Jove would give me fuch a talent as thine!
With Delany or Dan I would fcorn to combine.
I know they have many a wicked defign;
And, give Satan his due, Dan begins to refine.
However, I wish, honeft comrade of mine,
You would really on Thursday leave St. Catharinet,
Where I hear you are cramm'd every day like a fwine;
With me you'll no more have a ftomach to dine,
Nor after your vittles lie fleeping supine:
So I with you were toothlefs, like lord Mafferine.
But, were you as wicked as lewd Aretine,

I wish you would tell me which way you incline.
If, when you return, your
road you

don't line,

i. e. in Dublin, for they were country-clergy.
The feat of Lady Mountcafhel, near Dublin.

On

On Thursday I'll pay my refpects at your fhrine, Wherever you bend, wherever you twine,

In fquare, or in oppofite circle, or trine.

Your beef will on Thursday be falter than brine: I hope you have fwill'd, with new milk from the kine,

As much as the Liffee's outdone by the Rhine;
And Dan shall be with us, with nofe aquiline.

If

you do not come back, we fhall weep out our

eyne :

Or may your gown never be good Lutherine.
The beef you have got, I hear, is a chine:
But, if too many come, your madam will whine;
And then you may kifs the low end of her spine.
But enough of this poetry Alexandrine:

I hope you will not think this a pafquine.

TO QUIL CA,

A COUNTRY-HOUSE of DR. SHERIDAN,

In no very good REPAIR, 1725.

LET me thy properties explain:

A rotten cabbin dropping rain;
Chimnies with fcorn rejecting fmoak;
Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke.
Here elements have loft their uses,
Air ripens not, nor earth produces;
In vain we make poor Sheelah* toil,
Fire will not roaft, nor water boil.

* The name of an Irish fervant.

VOL. VII.

Ζ

Through

Through all the valleys, hills, and plains,
The goddess Want in triumph reigns:
And her chief officers of ftate,

Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait.

The BLESSINGS of a COUNTRY LIFE. 1725

Far from our debtors; no Dublin letters;
Not feen by our betters.

The PLAGUES of a COUNTRY LIFE.
A companion with news; a great want of fhoes;
Eat lean meat, or choose; a church without pews.
Our horses aftray; no ftraw, oats, or hay;
December in May; our boys run away; all fervants
at play.

UPON STEALING A CROWN WHEN THE DEAN WAS ASLEEP.

BY DR. SHERIDAN.

DEAR Dean, fince

EAR Dean, fince you in fleepy wife

your eyes;

Have op'd your mouth, and clos'd
Like ghost, I glide along your floor,
And softly shut the parlour-door:
For, fhould I break fweet repose,
Who knows what money you might lose;
Since oftentimes it has been found,

your

A dream has given ten thousand pound?
Then fleep, my friend; dear dean, fleep on,
And all you get fhall be your own;

Provided you to this agree,

That all you lofe belongs to me.

THE

THE DEAN'S ANSWER.

So, 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 difference find,
But that you left no clap behind.
But, jeft apart, restore, you capon ye,
My twelve thirteens* and fix-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 moft inclin'd to plunder crowns.
Could you but change a crown as easy
As you can steal one, how 'twould please ye!
I thought the lady † at St. Catharine's
Knew how to fet you better patterns;

For this I will not dine with Agmondifham ‡,
And for his victuals let a ragman dish 'em.

A fhilling paffeth for thirteen pence in Ireland.

+ Lady Montcafhel.

Agmondifham Vefey, Efq; a very worthy gentleman, for whom the Dean had a great efteem.

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ODE ON SCIENCE*.

H, heavenly-born! in deepest dells
If faireft fcience ever dwells
Beneath the moffy cave;

Indulge the verdure of the woods,
With azure beauty gild the floods,
And flowery carpets lave.

For, melancholy ever reigns
Delighted in the fylvan fcenes
With fcientific light;

While Dian, huntress of the vales,
Seeks lulling founds and fanning gales,
Though wrapt from mortal fight.

Yet, goddess, yet the way explore
With magic rites and heathen lore
Obftructed and deprefs'd:

Till Wisdom give the facred Nine,
Untaught, not uninfpir'd, to fhine,
By Reafon's power redress'd.

When Solon and Lycurgus taught,
To moralize the human thought
Of mad opinion's maze,

To erring zeal they gave new laws,
Thy charms, O Liberty, the cause

That blends congenial rays.

This is written in the fame ftyle, and with the fame defign, as

his Love-Song in the modern tafte.

Bid

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