With his

AREBUS, written by a* LADY, on the Rev. Dean SWIFT. ANSWER.

CUT the name of the MAN Jo-feph. who his Mistress deny'd,

And let the first of it be only apply'd

To join with the prophet who| Nathan.

DAVID did chide,

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Then say what a horse is that runs very fast,

And that which deferves to be first put the laft;

Spell all then, and put them together, to find

The NAME and the VIRTUES of him I defign'd.

Like the Patriarch in Egypt, he's vers'd in the ftate;

Like the Prophet in Jewry, he's free with

the great;

Like a racer he flies to fuccour with speed, When his friends want his aid, or defert is

in need.

* Mrs. Vanhomrigh.

The

TH

The

ANSWER.

HE nymph, who wrote this in an amorous fit,

I cannot but envy the pride of her wit, Which thus fhe will venture profusely to throw

On fo mean adefign, anda fubject so low. For mean's her defign, and her fubject as

mean,

The first but a REBUS, the last but a DEAN.

A dean's but a parfon, and what is a rebus? A thing never known to the Mufes or Phœbus.

The corruption of verfe; for, when all is done,

It is but a paraphrafe made on a pun; But a genius like her's no fubject can stifle, It fhews and discovers itself through a trifle.

By reading this trifle, I quickly began To find her a great wit, but the dean a fmall man.

Rich ladies will furnish their garrets with ftuff,

Which others for mantuas would think fine enough:

So

So the wit that is lavishly thrown away

here,

Might furnish a fecond-rate poet a year. Thus much for the verse, we proceed to the next,

Where the NYMPH has entirely forfaken her text:

Her fine panegyricks are quite out of season, And what he describes to be merit is treason:

The changes, which faction has made in the ftate,

Have put

the dean's politicks quite out of

date:

Now no one regards what he utters with freedom,

And should he write pamphlets, no great man would read 'em ;

And should want or defert stand in need of his aid,

This racer would prove but a dull-founder'd jade.

Written

Written by the Rev. Doctor SWIFT, on his own Deafness *.

Vertiginofus, inops, furdus, male gratus

amicis ;

Non campana fonans, tonitru non ab Jove miffum,

Quod mage mirandum, faltem fi credere

fas eft,

Non clamofa meas mulier jam percutit

aures.

DE

In ENGLISH.

EAF, giddy, helpless, left alone, To all my friends a burthen grown; No more I hear my church's bell, Than if it rang out for my knell : At thunder now no more I start Than at the rumbling of a cart: Nay, what's incredible, alack! I hardly hear a woman's clack.

*See an Anfwer to thefe verfes in vol. XVIII. of this collection.

An

An Anfwer to Riddles I, II, VI, and VII, in the Beginning of this Volume.

"RIDDLES! fuch trump'ry we

defpife!

(An over-curious Critick cries) “'Tis childish, trifling Stuff at best! "Baubles in antic garments drefs'd !" Hold! (faid the Laughter-loving Mufe)

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"These Bagatelles I ne'er refuse"My darling Swift, with matchlefs fkill, "Can forms aërial raife at will; "Make Cloacina's Temple please, "Paint Cork-fcrews with poetic ease ; Mysterious themes unfold in rhyme, "And change the meaneft to fublime ; "Warm from his' Pen, the happy thought "To charm admiring worlds is brought; "Like pureft Gold we feize the prize, "And catch th'ideas as they rife.'

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