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If others whom you make your theme,
Are feconds in this glorious scheme :
If ev'ry peer whom you commend,
To worth and learning be a friend :
If this be truth, as you attest,
What land was ever half so bleft?
No falsehood now among

the

greating
And tradefinen now no longer cheat ;
Now on the bench fair Fuflice shines ;
Her scale to neither side inclines :
Now Pride and cruelty are flown,
And Mercy here exalts her throne.
For such is good example's power,
It does its office ev'ry hour,
Where governors are good and wise ;
Or else the truest maxim lies :
For fo we find all ancient sages
Decree, that, ad exemplum regii,
Thro' all the realm his virtues run,
Rip’ning and kindling like the sun
If this be true, then how much more,
When you have nam’d at least a score
Of courtiers, each in their degree,
If possible, as good as he ?

Or, take it in a diff'rent view,
I ak, (if what you say be true),
If you affirm the present age
Deserves your fatire's keenest rage ;
If that same universal passion
With ev'ry vice hath filld the nation ;
If Virtue dares not venture down
A fingle step beneath the crown ;
If clergymen, to sew their wit,
Praise ctaffics more than holy writ;
If bankrupts, when they are endone,
Into the senate-house can run,

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And sell their votes at such a rate
As will retrieve a loft estate;
If law be such a partial whore
To spare the rich and plague the poor :
If these be of all crimes the worst,
What land was ever half fo curs'd ?

THE DOG AND THIEF.

Written in the year 1726.

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Uoth the thief to the dog, Let me into your door,

And I'll give you these delicate bits. Quoth the dog, I should then be more villain than

you're, And besides must be out of

my

wits. Your delicate bits will not serve me a meal,

5 But my mafter 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.
Said 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, 15
Or else i

may
forfeit my

lease.
From London they come filly people to chuse,

Their lands and their faces unknown:
Who d vote a rogue into the parliament-house,
That would turn a man out of his own?

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ADVICE to the GRUBSTREET VERSE-WRITERS.

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Written in the year 1726. Y poets ragged and forlorn,

Down from your garrets hafte ;
Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born,

Not yet confign'd to paste.
I know a trick to make you thrive;

O, 'tis a quaint device :
Your still-born poems shall revive,

And scorn to wrap up spice.
Get all your verses printed fair,

Then let them well be dry'd ;
And Curll must have a special care

To leave the margin wide.
Lend these to paper-sparing Pope;

And when he fits to write,
No letter with an envelope

Could give him more delight.
When Pope has fillid the margins round,
Why then recal

your
Sell them to Curll for fifty pound,

And swear they are your own.

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On seeing Verses written upon WIndows in INNS.

Written in the year 1726.

1. THE HE fage who said he should be proud

Of windows in his breast, Because he ne'er one thought allow'd

That might not be confefs'd ;

A blank cover.

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His window scrawl'd by ev'ry rake,

His breast again would cover,
And fairly bid the devil take

The diamond and the lover.

Α Ν Ο Τ Η Ε R.

II.
BY Satan taught, all conj'rers know

Your mistress in a glass to show,
And

do

much :
In this the devil and you agree ;
None e'er made verses worse than he,

And thine I swear are such.

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devil, I'll prove when requir’d; Those rhymers abundantly show it: They swear that they all by love are inspir'd,

And the devil's a damnable poet.

Α Ν Ο Τ Η Ε R.

IV.
THE church and the clergy here, no doubt,

Are very near a-kin;
Both weather-beaten are without,

And empty both within.

A PASTORAL DIALOGUE between Rich

MOND-LODGE and MARBLE-HILL.*

Written June 1727, just after the news of the late

King's death, to which time this note must also be
referred.

RICHMOND-LODGE is a house with a small park belonging to the crown. It was usually granted by the crown for a lease of years. The Duke of Ormond & was the last who had it. After his exile, it was given to the Prince of Wales by the King. The Prince and Princess usually passed their silinmer there. It is within a mile of Richniond.

MARBLE-Hill is a house built by Mrs Howard, then of the bed-chainber, now Countess of Suffolk, and Groom of the Stole to the Queen. It is on the Middlesex lide near Twickenham, where Mr Pope lives, and about tvio miles from Richmond-Lodge. Mr Pope was the contriver of the gardens, Lord Herbert the architect, and the Dean of St Patrick's chief butler, and keeper of the icehouse. Upon King George's death, these two houses met, and had the following dialogue.

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* This piece contains fome of the best and finest portraits of Dr Swift, in three or four different attitudes, that ever were *drawn In iť we are also told, in his own ludicrous way, that he generally spunged a breakfast once a-weck rom the Princess of Wales, (the late Queen Caroline); and, I believe, we may take his own word for it, that he frequently used

T. cry the bread was stale, and mutter
Complaints against the royal butter.

Swift.
+ James Butler, Duke of Ormond, succeeded John Duke of
Marleborough as Captain General in Q. Anne's reign. He fied
from England, soon after the Queen's death in 1714 ; and re-
tired to Avignon in France, where he died without issue in 1745.
His corpse was brought to England, and interred in Westminster.
abbey, May 22. 1746.

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