Who to yon ravenous isle thy treasures bear, ON READING DR YOUNG'S SATIRES, If there be truth in what you sing, If every peer, whom you commend, Sir Robert Walpole, afterward Earl of Orford. Young's seventh satire is inscribed to him. + Sir Spencer Compton, then speaker, afterward Earl of Wil. mington, to whom the eighth satire is dedicated. Now Pride and Cruelty are flown, Or take it in a different view. If law be such a partial whore, poor: THE DOG AND THIEF. 1726. QUOTH the thief to the dog, let me into your door, And I'll give you these delicate bits. Quoth the dog, I shall then be more villain than you're, And besides must be out of my wits. Your delicate bits will not serve me a meal, But my master each day gives me bread; You'll fly, when you get what you came here to steal, And I must be hang'd in your stead, The stockjobber thus from 'Change alley goes down. And tips you the freeman a wink; Let me have but your vote to serve for the town, And here is a guinea to drink. Says the freeman, your guinea to night would be spent! Your offers of bribery cease: I'll vote for my landlord to whom I pay rent, From London they come, silly people to chouse, A DIALOGUE BETWEEN MAD MULLINIX AND TIMOTHY. 1728. [This is a severe satire upon Richard Tighe, Esq. whom the Dean regarded as the officious informer against Sheridan, in the matter of the choice of a text for the accession of George I. See Vol. VII. p 490., Swift had faithfully promised to revenge the cause of his friend, Vol. XVII. p. 37. and has certainly fully redeemed his pledge, in this and the following pasquinades. Mad Mullinix, or Molyneux, was a sort of crazy beggar, a Tory politician in his madness, who haunted the streets of Dublin about this time. In a paper subscribed Dr Anthony, apparently a mouutebank of somewhat the same description, the Doctor is made to vindicate his loyalty and regard for the present constitution in church and state, by declaring that he always acted contrary to the politics of Captain John Molyneux. The immediate occasion for publication is assigned in the Intelligencer, in which paper the dialogue first appeared. 66 Having lately had an account, that a certain person of some distinction swore in a public coffee-house, that party should never die while he lived (although it has been the endeavour of the best and wisest among us, to abolish the ridiculous appellations of Whig and Tory, and entirely to turn our thoughts to the good of our prince and constitution in church and state,) I hope those who are well-wishers to our country, will think my labour not ill-bestowed, in giving this gentleman's principles the proper embellishments which they deserve; and since Mad Mullinix is the only Tory now remaining, who dares own himself to be so, I hope I may not be censured by those of his party, for making him hold a dialogue with one of less consequence on the other side. I shall not venture so far as to give the Christian nick-name of the person chiefly concerned, lest I should give offence, for which reason I shall call him Timothy, and leave the rest to the conjecture of the world."-Intelligencer, No. VIII. M. I own, 'tis not my bread and butter, But prithee, Tim, why all this clutter? Why ever in these raging fits, When if you search the kingdom round, T. 'Twixt you and me, G-d d-n the liars! From all their conduct this' is plain'; T. G-d d-n the liars again! To bring in (I could cut his throat) Our whole accounts of public debts? M. Lord how this frothy coxcomb frets! [aside. T. Did not an able statesman bishop This dangerous horrid motion dish up As popish craft? did he not rail on't? Show fire and faggot in the tail on't! Proving the earl a grand offender; And in a plot for the pretender; Whose fleet, 'tis all our friends' opinion, Was then embarking at Avignon? M. These wrangling jars of Whig and Tory, Are stale and worn as Troy-town story: The wrong, 'tis certain, you were both in, And now you find you fought for nothing. Your faction, when their game was new, Might want such noisy fools as you; But you, when all the show is past, Resolve to stand it out the last; Like Martin Mar-all,* gaping on, Not minding when the song is done. * A character in one of Dryden's comedies.—II.' |