s poet! ses below it.

rice lines, if you can,

i Osi, Lucan. we in heaven divide,

er side: To split a hair, 2 equal share. te je lac'd so straight? -weight.

L E G H O N C L 2 B.*

A

SI strole the city, oft I

See a building large and lofty, Not a bow-thot from the college, Half the globe from sense and knowledge; By the prudent architect Plac'd against the church direct, Making

good my grandame's jest, + Near the church—you know the rest.

• I have written a very were added, and in Letter 38 mafterly poem on the Legion that there were 50 different club-it is 240 lines.

copics ; but this consists of Swift's Letters, Letter 36. just 240 lines, and has every

other mark of genuine copy. The dean complains in Let- + The nearer the church ter 37 that other characters the farther from God.

Exactly true ! invidious poet!
'Tis fifty thousand times below it.

Translate me now some lines, if you can,
From Virgil, Martial, Ovid, Lucan.
They could all power in heaven divide,
And do no wrong to either side :
They teach you how to split a hair,
*Give

and Jove an equal share. Yet, why, should we be lac'd so straight? I'll give my — butter-weight. And reason good; for many a year Jove never intermeddled here: Nor, though his priests be duly paid, Did ever we desire his aid? We now can better do without him, Since Woolfton gave us arms to rout him. ***** Cætera defiderantur. * ***

• Divisum imperium cum Jove Cæsar habet.

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OF THE

LEGION C L U B. *

A

SI ftrole the city, oft I

See a building large and lofty, Not a bow-shot from the college, Half the globe from sense and knowledge; By the prudent architect Plac'd against the church direct, Making

good my grandame's jest, + Near the church-you know the rest.

I have written a very were added, and in Letrer 38 masterly poem on the Legion that there were 50 different club-it is 240 lines. copies ; but this consists of Swift's Letters, Letter 36. just 240 lines, and has every

other mark of genuine copy; The dean complains in Let- + The nearer the church ter 37 that other characters the farther from God.

Tell us, what the pile contains ?
Many a head that holds no brains.
Thefe demoniacks let me dub
With the name of Legion club;
Such assemblies, you might swear,
Meet when butchers bait a bear;
Such a nose, and such haranguing,
When a brother thief is hanging :
Such a rout and such a rabble
Run to hear jack-pudden gabble ;
Such a crowd their ordure throws
On a far less villain's nose.

Could I from the building's top
Hear the rattling thunder drop,
While the devil upon the roof
(If the devil be thunder-proof)
Should, with poker fiery red,
Crack the stones and melt the lead;
Drive them down on ev'ry scull

,
While the den of thieves is full;
Quite destroy the harpeis nest,
How might then our isle be blest !
For divines allow, that God
Sometimes makes the devil his rod,
And the gospel will inform us
He can punish sins enormous.

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