An EPITAPH by Dr. SWIFT to the memory of FREDERICK duke of SCHOMBERG, who was unhappily killed in croffing the river Boyne on the 1st of July 1690, and was buried in St. Patrick's cathedral, where the dean andchapter erected a small monument to his honour at their own expence.

Hic infra fitum eft corpus

FREDERICI DUCIS DE SCHOMBERG, ad BUDINDAM occifi, A. D. 1690. DECANUS et CAPITULUM maximopere etiam atque etiam petierunt,

Ut HEREDES DUCIS monumentum In memoriam PARENTIS erigendum curarent: Sed poftquam per epiftolas, per amicos, diu ac fæpè orando nil profecêre; Hunc demum lapidem ipfi ftatuerunt, * Saltem ut fcias, hofpes,

Ubinam terrarum SCONBERGENSES cineres

delitefcunt.

Plus potuit fama virtutis apud alienos,
Quam fanguinis proximitas apud fuos.
A. D. 1731.

*The words that Dr. Swift firft concluded the epitaph with, were Saltem ut fci

4.

at viator indignabundus, quali in cellula tanti ductoris cineres delitefcunt.

A BAL

* A BALLAD

ON

The Game of TRAFFICK.

Written at the castle of Dublin, in the time of the earl of Berkley's government.

Y + lord, to find out who muft deal
Delivers cards about,

MY

But the first knave does feldom fail
To find the doctor out.

But then his honour cry'd, godzooks!
And feem'd to knit his brow;

For on a knave he never looks
But h'thinks upon Jack How.

My lady, though fhe is no player,
Some bungling partner takes,
And, wedg'd in corner of a chair,
Takes fnuff, and holds the stakes.

This ballad occafioned purfe. See Vol. VI. p. 76. another to the tune of the cut- The earl of Berkley.

Dame

Dame Floyd *looks out in grave fufpence

For pair-royals and fequents;
But wifely cautious of her pence,
The castle feldoms frequents.

Quoth Herries, fairly putting cafes,
I'd won it on my word,

If I had but a pair of aces,
And could pick up a third.

But Wefton has a new-caft gown
On Sundays to be fine in,
And, if she can but win a crown,
"Twill just new dye the lining.

"With thefe is parfon Swift,

"Not knowing how to spend his time, "Does make a wretched fhift,

"To deafen them with puns and "rhime."

Biddy Floyd. See letter to col. Hunter, vol. XII.

VERSES faid to be written on the UNION.

THE

HE * queen has lately loft a part Of her entirely-English heart, For want of which, by way of botch, She piec'd it up again with Scotch. Bleft revolution, which creates Divided hearts, united states!

See how the double nation lies;
Like a rich coat with skirts of frize:
As if a man, in making pofies,
Should bundle thistles up with roses.
Who ever yet a union faw

Of kingdoms without faith or law?
Henceforward let no ftatesmen dare
A kingdom to a ship compare;
Left he should call our commonweal
A veffel with a double keel:
Which,just like ours,new rigg'd andman'd,
And got about a league from land,
By change of wind to leeward fide,
The pilot knew not how to guide.
So toffing faction will o'erwhelm
Our crazy double-bottom'd realm.

VOL. VII.

* Anne.

Cc

WILL

WILL WOOD's Petition to the People of IRELAND,

Being an excellent NEW SONG, Supposed to be made and fung in the street of Dublin, by William Wood, iron-monger and balfpenny-monger, 1725.

Y

My dear Irish folks,

Come leave off your jokes,

And buy up my half-pence fo fine;
So fair and fo bright,

They'll give you delight;

Obferve how they gliften and fhine.

They'll fell, to my grief,

As cheap as neck-beef,

For counters at cards to your wife;
And every day

Your children may play

Span-farthing or tofs on the knife.

Come hither, and try;
I'll teach you to buy
A pot of good ale for a farthing:
Come; three-pence a score,

I ask you no more,

And a fig for the Drapier and* Harding.

*The Drapier's printer.