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INDULGENT you to female kind,
To all their weaker fides are blind:;
Nine more such champions as the Dean
Would loop restore our ancient reign.

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How well to win the ladies hearts,
You celebrate their wit and parts !
How have I felt my spirits rais’d,
By you so oft, so highly prais'd!
Transform’d, by your convincing tongue,

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To witty, beautiful, and young.
I hope to quit that awkward shame
Affected by each vulgar dame,
To modesty a weak pretence ;
And soon grow pert on men of sense ;
To fhew my face with scornful air,
Let others match it, if they dare.

IMPATIENT to be out of debt,
O, may I never once forget
The bard, who 'humbly daigns to chuse

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Me for the subject of his muse.
Behind my back, before my nose,
He sounds my praise in verse and prose,

My heart with emulation burns
To make you suitable returns :
My gratitude the world shall know :
And, fee, the printer's boy below;
Ye hawkers all, your voices lift ;
A panegyric on Dean Swift ;
And then, to mend the matter still,

35 By Lady Anne of Market-hill 1.

I thus begin : My grateful muse Salutes the Dean in diff'rent views; Dean, butler, usher, jefter, tutor ; Robert and Darby's || coadjutor :

40 | A village near Sir Arthur Acheson's house, where the author passed two lummers.

# The names of two overseers.

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For when, by chance, the meagre fhade
Upon thy hand his finger laid,
Thy hand as dry and cold as lead,.
His matrimonial spirit fled ;
He felt about his heart a damp,
That quite extinguihid Cupid's lamp:
Away the frighted spectre fcuds,
And leaves my lady in the suds.

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On STEPHEN Duck, the THRESHER,

and favourite Poet.

A QUIBBLING EPIGRAM.

Written in the year 1730.

TH
HE thresher Duck could o'er the Queen prevail,

The proverb says, No fence against a fail.
From threshing corn he turns to thresh his brains ;
For which her Majesty allows him grains.
Tho''tis confess'd, that those who ever saw 5.
His poems, think them all not worth a straw !
Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing Aubble !
Thy toil is lessen'd, and thy profits double.

A PANEGYRIC on the DEAN, in the

person of a LADY' in the north to

Written in the year 1730.

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Efolv'd my gratitude to show,

Thrice Rev'rend Dean, for all I owe,
Too long I have my thanks delay'd;
Your favours left too long unpaid;
But now, in all our fex's name,
My artless muse shall sing your

fame.

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INDULGENT you to female kind,
To all their weaker fides are blind:;
Nine more such champions as the Dean
Would food restore our ancient reign.

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How well to win the ladies hearts,
You celebrate their wit and parts !
How have I felt my spirits rais’d,
By you so oft, so highly prais'd !
Transform’d, by your convincing tongue,
To witty, beautiful, and young.
I hope to quit that awkward shame
Affected by each vulgar dame,
To modesty a weak pretence ;
And soon grow pert on men of sense ;
To Thew my face with scornful air,
Let others match, it, if they dare.
IMPATIENT to be out of debt,

I never once forget
The bard, who 'humbly daigns to chuse

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Me for the subject of his muse.
Behind my back, before my nose,
He sounds my praise in verse and prose,

My heart with emulation burns
To make you suitable returns :
My gratitude the world shall know :
And, fee, the printer's boy below ;
Ye hawkers all, your voices lift ;
A panegyric on Dean Swift ;
And then, to mend the matter still,
By Lady Anne of Market-hill 1.

I thus begin : My grateful muse
Salutes the Dean in diff'rent views;
Dean, butler, user, jester, tutor ;
Robert and Darby's || coadjutor :

40 | A village near Sir Arthur Acheson's house, where the author passed two summers.

* The names of two overseers.

O, may

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as you

in commission fit, To rule the dairy next to Kit *.

In each capacity I mean
To sing your praise. And first as Dean :
Envy must own, you understand your
Precedence, and support your grandeur :
Nor of

your

rank will bate an ace,
Except to give Dean Daniel place.
In you such dignity appears ;
So suited to your state and years !
With ladies what a strict decorum !
With what devotion you adore 'em !
Treat me with so much complaisance,
As fits a princess in romance!
By your example and assistance,
The fellows learn to know their distance.
Sir Arthur, since you set the pattern,
No longer calls me snipe and flattern ;
Nor dares he, tho' he were a Duke,
Offend me with the least rebuke.

PROCEED we to your preaching + next ;
How nice you split the hardest text!
How your superior learning shines
Above our neighb'ring dull divines !
At Beggar's Opera | not fo full pit
Is seen, as when you mount our pulpit.

CONSIDER now your conversation :
Regardful of your age and station,
You ne'er was known by paffion stir'd,
To give the least offensive word :
But still, whene'er you filence break,
Watch ev'ry syllable you speak :
Your stile so clear, and so concise,
We never ak to hear you twice.
* My Lady's footman.

The author preached but once while he was there. * A play written by Mr Gay.

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But then, a parfon fo genteel,
So nicely clad from head to heel;
So fine a gown, a band so clean,
As well become St Patrick's Dean;
Such reverential awe express,
That cow-boys know you by your dress!
Then, if our neighb’ring friends come here,
How proud are wę when you appear,
With such address, and graceful port,
As clearly shews you bred at court !

Now raise your spirits, Mr Dean,
I lead you to a nobler scene,

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When to the vault you

walk in ftate,
In quality of butler's

mate:
You next to Dennis † bear the sway :
To you we often trust the key :
Nor can he judge with all his art
So well, what bottle holds a quart ;
What pints may best for bottles pass,
Just to give ev'ry man his glass ;
When proper to produce the þest ;
And what may serve a common guest.
With Dennis you

did ne'er combine,
Not you, to steal your master's wine;
Except a bottle now and then,
To welcome brother serving-men;
But that is with a good design,
To drink Sir Arthur's health and mine;
Your master's honour to maintain,
And get the like returns again.

Your usher's I poft must next be handled :
How bless'd am I by such a man led!
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* He fometimes used to direct the butler.
+ The butler.
# He sometimes used to walk with the Lady

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