Yet fhould Swift endow the schools For his lunaticks and fools With a rood or two of land, I allow the pile may ftand: You perhaps will ask me, why fo? But it is with this provifo, Since the house is like to laft, Let the royal grant be pafs'd, That the club have right to dwell Each within his proper cell, With a passage left to creep in, And a hole above for peeping.

Let them, when they once get in, Sell the nation for a pin; While they fit a picking ftraws, Let them rave at making laws; While they never hold their tongue, Let them dabble in their dung; Let them form a grand committee, How to plague and starve the city; Let them, ftare, and ftorm, and frown, When they fee a clergy gown; Let them, ere they crack a loufe, Call for th'orders of the house; Let them with their gofling quills Scribble fenfelefs heads of bills.

We may, while they ftrain their throats,
Wipe our a---s with their votes.

Let * Sir Tom, that rampant ass,
Stuff his guts with flax and grass;
But, before the priest he fleeces,
Tear the Bible all to pieces:
At the parfons, Tam, halloo, boy,
Worthy offspring of a fhoe-boy,
Footman, traitor, vile feducer,
Perjur'd rebel, brib'd accufer;
Lay thy paultry privilege afide,
Sprung from papifts, and a regicide }
Fall a working like a mole,
Raife the dirt about your hole,

Come, affift me, Mufe obedient,
Let us try fome new expedient,
Shift the fcene for half an hour,
Time and place are in thy pow'r.
Thither, gentle Muse, conduct me ;
I fall afk, and you instruct me,

See, the Muse unbars the gate! Hark, the monkeys, how they prate!

* Sir Thomas Pft, a and fon to the informer of Privy-counfellor of Ireland, that name,

All

+ All ye Gods, who rule the foul, Styx, through hell whose waters roll! Let me be allow'd to tell

What I heard in yonder hell.

‡ Near the door-an entrance gapes, Crouded round with antic fhapes, Poverty, and grief, and care, Causeless joy, and true defpair, Difcord periwig'd with fnakes, See the dreadful ftrides fhe takes.

By this odious crew beset, I began to rage and fret,

§ And refolv'd to break their pates, E're we enter'd at the gates;

Had not Clio in the nick

Whisper'd me, Lay down your ftick.
What, faid I, is this the mad-house?
Thefe, fhe answer'd, are but fhadows,
Phantoms bodilefs and vain,
Empty vifions of the brain.

+ Di quibus imperium eft animarum, etc. Sit mihi fas audita loqui.

Vestibulum ante ipfum, etc.

§ Ęt ni docta comes, et:%

Virg. Æn. Lib. VI.

Ibid.

Ibid.

*In the porch Briareus ftands, Shews a bribe in all his hands, Briareus the fecretary,

But we mortals call him Cy.
When the rogues their country fleece,
They may hope for pence a-piece.

Clio, who had been fo wife
To put on a fool's disguise
To befpeak fome approbation,
And be thought a near relation,
When fhe faw three hundred brutes
All involv'd in wild difputes,
Roaring 'till their lungs were spent
PRIVILEGE OF PARLIAMENT,
Now a new misfortune feels,
Dreading to be laid by th'heels.
Never durft a Mufe before
Enter that infernal door;
Clio, ftifled with the fmell,
Into fpleen and vapours fell,
Ey the Stygian fleams that flew
From the dire infectious crew.
Not the ftench of lake Avernus

Could have more offended her nofe;

Et centumgen.inus Briareus, etc.

Virg. Lib. VI.

Had

Had the flown but o'er the top,
She had felt her pinions drop,
And, by exhalations dire,
Though a goddess, must expire.
In a fright the crept away;
Bravely I refolv'd to stay.

When I faw the keeper frown,
Tipping him with half a crown,
Now, faid I, we are alone,
Name your heroes one by one..

Who is that hell-featur'd brawler,
Is it Satan? no 'tis Wr.
In what figure can a bard dress
Jack the grandfon of Sir H—s?
Honest keeper drive him further,
In his looks are hell and murther.
See the fcowling vifage drop,
Juft as when he murther'd T -p.

Keeper, fhew me where to fix On the puppy pair of Dicks ; By their lanthorn jaws and leathern, You might swear they both are brethren; Dick Fitz Baker, Dick the player, Old acquaintance, are you there?

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