In Summer, round the Park to ride;
In Winter, never to refide.
A Canon! That's a Place too mean:
No, Doctor, you shall be a Dean :
Two Dozen Canons round your Stall,
And You the Tyrant o'er them all.
You need but cross the Irish Seas,
To live in Plenty, Pow'r, and Ease.
Poor Swift departs; and, what is worse,
With borrow'd Money in his Purfe;
Travels at least a hundred Leagues,
And fuffers numberlefs Fatigues.
Suppofe him now a Dean compleat,
Devoutly lolling in his Seat;
The Silver Virge, with decent Pride,
Stuck underneath his Cushion Side :
Suppofe him gone thro' all Vexations,
Patents, Inftalinents, Abjurations,
First-Fruits and Tenths, and Chapter-Treats,
Dues, Payments, Fees, Demands, and
Cheats
The wicked Laity's contriving,
To hinder Clergymen from thriving.
Now all the Doctor's Money's spent ;
His Tenants wrong him in his Rent;
87. Videt, ridetque Philippus :
107. Oves Jurio, morbo periere cop l'a; Spem mentila feges, bos efienectus arando;
The Farmers, fpitefully combin'd,
Force him to take his Tythes in Kind;
And * Parvifol discounts Arrears
By Bills for Taxes and Repairs.
Poor Swift, with all his Loffes vext,
Not knowing where to turn him next,
Above a Thoufand Pounds in Debt,
Takes Horse, and, in a mighty Fret,
Rides Day and Night at fuch a Rate,
He foon arrives at HARLEY'S Gate;
But was fo dirty, pale and thin,
Old Read would hardly let him in.
Said HARLEY; Welcome, Rev'rend Dean: What makes your Worfhip look so lean Why fure you won't appear in Town In that old Wig, and rufty Gown? I doubt your Heart is fet on Pelf So much, that you neglect yourself. What! I fuppofe now Stocks are high, You've fome good Purchase in your Eye ;
* The Dean's Agent, a Frenchman. 115. Offenfus, Damnis, mediâ de nocte caballum
Arripit iratufque Philippi tendit ad ædes.
The Lord Treafurer's Porter.
121. Quem fimul afpexit fcabrum intonfumque Philippus :
Durus, ait, Voltei, nimis attentufque vi
Or is your Money out at Ufe?
Truce, good my LORD, I beg a Truce. 130
The Doctor in a Paffion cry'd
Your Raillery is mifapply'd;
I have Experience dearly bought :
You know I am not worth a Groat :
But refolv'd to have your Jelt,
And 'twas a Folly to conteft;
Then, fince you have now done your worst, Pray leave me, where you found me first.
Horace, Lib. II. Sat. VI. Part of it Imitated.
Often wifh'd, that I had clear
For Life fix hundred Pounds a Year,
A handfome Houfe to lodge a Friend,
A River at my Garden's End,
A Terras Walk, and half a Rood
Of Land set out to plant a Wood.
136. Quod te per Genium dextramque Deofque Penatcs
Obfecro, & obteftor; vita me redde priori, 1. Hoc erat in votis : modus agri non ita mag
Hortus ubi, & tecto vicinus jugis aquæ fons,
Et paulum filvæ fuper his foret.
Well now I have all this, and more,
I ask not to increase my Store,
But fhou'd be perfectly content,
Cou'd I but live on this Side Trent ;
Nor cross the Channel twice a Year,
To spend fix Months with Statemen here.
I must by all Means come to Town,
'Tis for the Service of the Crown.
"Lewis; the Dean will be of Use,
"Send for him up; take no Excuse.”
The Toil, the Danger of the Seas,
Great Minifters ne'er think of these
Or let it coft Five hundred Pound,
No Matter where the Money's found;
It is but fo much more in Debt,
And that they ne'er confider'd yet.
"Good Mr. Dean, go change your Gown, "Let my Lord know you're come to Town." I hurry me in Hafte away,
Not thinking it is Levee-Day;
And find his, Honour in a Pound,
Hemm'd by a triple Circle round,
Chequer'd with Ribbons blue and green;
How thould I thrust myself between ?
Auftius atque
Di melius fecere.
17. Sive aquilo radit terras, feu bruma nivalem
Interiore diem gyro trahit, ire necesse est.
Some Wag obferves me thus perplext,
And fimiling, whispers to the next,
"I thought the D--n had been too proud
"To juttle here among a Croud.'
Another in a furly Fit
Tells me, I have more Zeal than Wit;
"So eager to exprefs your Love,
. You ne'er confider whom you fhove,
"But rudely prefs before a Duke."
I own, I'm pleas'd with this Rebuke;
And take it kindly meant to fhow
What I defire the World should know.
I get a Whisper, and withdraw :
When twenty Fools I never faw
Come with Petitions fairly penn'd,
Defiring I wou'd ftand their Friend.
This, humbly offers me his Cafe
That, begs my Int'reft for a Place
A hundred other Men's Affairs
Like Bees are humming in my Ears.
"To-morrow my Appeal coines on;
Without your Help the Caufe is gone
The Duke expects my Lord and you,
About fome great Affair, at Two
35. Quid vis infane, & quas res agis? improbus urget,
Iratis precibus, tu pulses omne quod obftat,
Ad Mecanatem memori si mente recurras.
Hoc juvat, & melli eft, non mentiar.
44. Aliena negotia centum,
Per caput, & circa faliunt latus.
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