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But I love elbow-room whene'er I drink;
Let no pretence of business make you stay;
; He'll teaze you with King Charles, and Bishop Laud, Or make you fast, and carry you to prayers : But, if he will break-in, and walk up stairs, Steal by the back-door out, and leave him there ; Then order Squash to call a hackney-chair.
PE ACE AND DUNKIRK.
Being an excellent new Song upon the Surrender of
DUNKIRK to General Hill. 1712.
To the Tune of, “ The King shall enjoy his own again.' ”
Poor Britain shall have peace at last:
We have got it in a string,
All their false deluded hopes
Will, or ought to end in ropes ; “ But the Queen shall enjoy her own again.”
Right Hon. Henry Boyle, inentioned twice befcre.
And Dismal double Difmal looks ;
Old Godolphin full of spleen,
Made false moves, and lost his queen; Harry look'd fierce, and shook his ragged mane :
But a prince of high renown
Swore he'd rather lose a crown, “ Than the Queen should enjoy her own again.”
And not be snapt by privateers,
Landed-men shall have their rent,
Yet our stocks rise cent. per cent.
We'll bring on us no more debts,
Nor with bankrupts fill Gazettes ;
The towns we took ne'er did us good :
What fignified the French to beat ?
But the lord of Oxford swears,
The Dutch-hearted Whigs may rail and complain; But true Englishmen may
fill A good health to General Hill ; “For the Queen now enjoys her own again.”
HORA GE, BOOK L E P. VII.
Addressed to the Earl of OXFORD, 1713.
HARLEY, the nation's great support
, Returning home one day from court, (His mind with public cares pofseft, All Europe's business in his breast) Observ'd a parson near Whitehall
5 Cheapening old authors on a stall. The priest was pretty well in case, And shew'd some humour in his face; Look'd with an ealy, careless mien, A perfe&t stranger to the spleen ; Of size that might a pulpit fill, But more inclining to sit still. My Lord (who, if a man may fay’t, Loves mischief better than his meat) Was now dispos'd to crack a jelt,
15 And bid friend Lewis *
go in quest
much in Harley’s favour)
Lewis his patron's humour knows, Away upon his errand goes, And quickly did the matter fift ; Found out that it was Doctor Swift ; A clergyman of special note For shunning those of his own coat; Which made his brethren of the gown 30 Take care betimes to run him down : No libertine, nor over nice, Addicted to no sort of vice, Went where he pleas'd, said what he thought; Not rich, but ow'd no man a groat :
35 In state opinions à la mode, He hated Wharton like a toad, Had given the faction many a wound, And libel'd all the junto round: Kept company with men of wit,
40 Who often father'd what he writ: His works were hawk'd in every street, But seldom rose above a sheet: Of late indeed the paper-stamp Did very much his genius cramp;
45 And since he could not spend his fire, He now intended to retire.
Said Harley, “ I desire to know " From his own mouth if this be fo;
Step to the Doctor strait, and say, “ I'd have him dine with me to-day.” Swift seem'd to wonder what he meant, Nor would believe my Lord had fent; So never offer'd once to ftir ; But coldly said, “ Your servant, Sir !" 55
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" Does he refuse me?" Harley cried ;
Some few days after, Harley spies
Swift, who could neither fly nor hide,
My Lord - the honour you design’d
Extremely proud — but I had din'd “ I'm sure I never should neglect “ No man alive has more respect « Well, I shall think of that no more, “ If you'll be sure to come at four.”
The Doctor now obeys the summons, Likes both his company and commons ; 75 Displays his talents, sits till ten; Next day invited comes again; Soon grows domestic, seldom fails Either at morning or at meals : Came early, and departed late ;
so In short, the gudgeon took the bait. My Lord would carry on the jest, And down to Windsor 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 reside.