The doctors all in concert join'd, To see if they the cause could find; To stop the wrath of angry Heaven. Slain many an ox, and what is worse, by Swift and his friends occur in this paper, and, from internal evidence, one is strongly tempted to ascribe the following fables either to the Dean himself, or Sheridan or Delany, under his auspices. Nay sometimes, for I dare not lie They're good for nothing but to eat. Sir, Sir, your conscience is too nice, And those being all your subjects born, Thus after him they all confess, They had been rogues, some more some less; And yet by little slight excuses, They all get clear of great abuses. The Bear, the Tiger, beasts of flight, And all that could but scratch and bite, Confess'd, as he went to a fair, His back half broke with wooden-ware, Chancing unluckily to pass By a church-yard full of good grass, He ventur❜d in, stooped down and eat. [ate.] 'Twas sacrilege, and this vile ass, Shall die for eating holy grass. ON THE IRISH BISHOPS.* 1781. OLD Latimer preaching did fairly describe, And He was a primate, and He wore a mitre I wish I could find him out one more commodious; Our bishops, puft up with wealth and with pride, * Occasioned by their endeavouring to get an act to divide the church-livings; which bill was rejected by the Irish house of commons.-F. See Swift's Considerations on this and the bill for clerical residence, Vol. IX. p. 13. See also his remarkable letter to the bishop of Clogher, Vol. XVIII. p. 200, and another to Sheridan, ibid. p. 407. + The Bishop of Ossory. So the commons unhorsed them; and this was their doom, On their crosiers to ride like a witch on a broom. Though they gallop'd so fast, on the road you may find 'em, And have left us but three out of twenty behind 'em. Lord Bolton's good grace, Lord Carr and Lord Howard,* In spite of the devil would still be untoward : But we can afford you six traitors in seven. What a clutter with clippings, dividings, and cleavings! And the clergy forsooth must take up with their leavings ; If making divisions was all their intent, They've done it, we thank them, but not as they meant ; And so may such bishops for ever divide, That no honest heathen would be on their side. Dr Theophilus Bolton was archbishop of Cashell from 1729 to 1744; Dr Charles Carr, bishop of Killaloe from 1716 to 1739; and Dr Robert Howard, bishop of Elphin, from 1729 te 1740.-N. Should the bottom be split, our bishops would dread But courage, my lords, though it cannot be said feet. But hold, cry the bishops, and give us fair play'; Before you condemn us, hear what we can say. What truer affections could ever be shown, Than saving your souls by damning our own? And have we not practis'd all methods to gain you; With the tithe of the tithe of the tithe to maintain you; Provided a fund for building your spittals! Content my good lords; but let us change hands; First take you our tithes, and give us your lands. So God bless the Church and three of our mitres ; And God bless the Commons, for biting the biters. HORACE, BOOK IV. ODE XIX. ADDRESSED TO HUMPHRY FRENCH, ESQ. PATRON of the tuneful throng, O! too nice, and too severe ! *Originally annexed to the Presbyterians' Plea of Merit. 1781. |