A canon! that's a place too mean: Suppofe him now a Dean complete, Firft-fruits and tenths, and chapter-treats; Dues, payments, fees, demands, and cheats-105 To hinder clergymen from thriving. His tenants wrong him in his rent; Poor Swift, with all his loffes vex'd, But was fo dirty, pale, and thin, Old Read * would hardly let him in. 120 125 Said Harley, "Welcome, Reverend Dean! "What makes your worship look fo 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 fuppose, now stocks are high, "You've fome good purchafe in your eye? "Or is your money out at ufe ?"— "Truce, good my Lord, I beg a truce," (The Doctor in a paffion cried) "Your raillery is mifapplied; Experience I have dearly bought; "You know I am not worth a groat; "But you refolv'd to have your jeft, "And 'twas a folly to contest; "Then, fince you now have done your worst, Pray leave me where you found me first." HORACE, BOOK II. SAT. VI. I'VE often wifh'd that I had clear, 130 149 The Lord Treasurer's porter. • But G4 But here a grievance feems to lie, All this is mine but till I die ; I can't but think 'twould found more clever, And not like forty other fools: As thus, "Vouchfafe, oh gracious Maker! "To grant me this and t'other acre : Or, if it be thy will and pleasure, Let me but live on this fide Trent; Nor crofs the Channel twice a year, The toil, the danger of the feas, 10 15 29 25 30 35 40 It It is but fo much more in debt, And that they ne'er confider'd yet. "Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown, "Let my Lord know you're come to town." I hurry me in haste away, 45 Not thinking it is levee-day; Hemm'd by a triple circle round, Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green: Some wag obferves me thus perplex'd, And, fmiling, whispers to the next, "I thought the Dean had been too proud, "To juftle here among a crowd!" 50 Another, in a furly fit, 55 Tells me I have more zeal than wit, "So eager to exprefs your love, "You ne'er confider whom you shove, "But rudely prefs before a duke." I own, I'm pleas'd with this rebuke, And take it kindly meant, to fhow What I defire the world fhould know. I get a whisper, and withdraw; When twenty fools I never faw Come with petitions fairly penn'd, Defiring I would ftand their friend. This humbly offers me his cafe Without your help, the cause is gone-,' 39 бо 63 70 The The duke expects my lord and you, my -- Be fatisfy'd, I'll do beft: years As "What's o'clock?" And, "How's the wind?" "Whofe chariot's that we left behind?" Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, "Have you nothing new to-day "From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay?" Such tattle often entertains 95 My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windfor, and again to town, Yet fome I know with envy fwell, Because they see me us'd fo well: "How think you of our friend the Dean? "I wonder what fome people mean! 100 " My |