Now from all parts the fwelling kennels flow, And bear their trophies with them as they go: Filths of all hues and odours feem to tell

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What street they fail'd from by their fight and fmell.. They, as each torrent drives, with rapid force; From Smithfield or St 'Pulchre's shape their courfe, And in huge confluence join'd at Snowhill ridge, Fall from the conduit prone to Holburn bridge. *Sweepings from butchers ftalls, dung, guts and) blood,

Drown'd puppies, ftinking fprats, all drench'd in mud,

Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling down the flood.

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A Description of the MORNING

Written about the year 1712.

TOW hardly here and there an hackney-coach

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Appearing, shew'd the ruddy morn's approach.

Now Betty from her mafter's bed had flown,

And foftly ftole to difcompofe her own:
The flipfhod 'prentice from his master's door:
Had par'd the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor.
Now Moll had whirl'd her mop with dextrous airs,
Prepar'd to fcrub the entry and the ftairs.

* These three laft lines were intended to ridicule the practice of modern poets, who make three lines rhyme together, which they call triplets; and the laft line two or more fyllables longer than the reft, which they call an alexandrine. Thefe triplets and alexandrines were brought in by Dryden and other poets in the reign of Charles II. They were merely the effects of hafte, idlenefs, and want of money, and have been wholly avoided by the beft poets finee thefe veries were written.

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The youth with broomy ftumps began to trace

The kennel's edge, where wheels had worn the place.

The fmall-coal man was heard with cadence deep 11
Till drown'd in fhriller notes of chimney-fweep:

Duns at his Lordship's gates began to meet ;

And brick-duft Moll had fcream'd thro' half the street.
'The turnkey now his flock returning fees,
Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees:

The watchful bailiffs take their filent ftands,

And school-boys lag with fatchels in their hands.

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HORACE, epift. 7. book 1. imitated, and addreffed to the Earl of OXFORD T, in the year 17131.

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ARLEY, the nation's great support,
Returning home one day from court,
(His mind with public cares possest,
All Europe's bus'nefs in his breast),
Obferv'd a parfon near Whitehall
Cheap'ning old authors on a ftall.
The priest was pretty well in cafe,
And fhew'd fome humour in his face;

1. Strenuus et fortis, cauffifque Philippus agendis
Clarus, ab officiis oltavam circiter horam
Dum redit.

5. -Confpexit, ut aiunt,

Adrafum quendam vacua tonforis in umbre
Cultello proprios purgantem leniter ungues.

To find old nails.

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† Robert Harley Efq; three times Speaker of the House of Commons, once in King William's reign, and twice in Queen Anne's; created Baron Harley of Wigmore, Earl of Oxford and Earl of Mortimer, the 24th of April 1711, and Lord High Treafurer of England, on the 29th of the said month.

In this year the author was made Dean of St Patrick's, Dublin. See an account of his first interview with Mr Harley, in his letter to Dr King, O&. 10. 1710, vol, iv.

Look'd with an easy, careless mien,
A perfect stranger to the spleen ;
Of fize that might a pulpit fill,
But more inclining to fit ftill.

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My Lord (who, if a man may fay't,
Loves mischief better than his meat)
Was now difpos'd to crack a jeft,
And bid friend Lewis go in queft,
(This Lewis is a cunning fhaver,
And very much in Harley's favour),
In queft, who might this parfon be,
What was his name, of what degree,
If poffible, to learn his story,
And whether he were Whig or Tory.
LEWIS his patron's humour knows,
Away upon his errant goes,
And quickly did the matter fift;
Found out that it was Doctor Swift;

A clergyman of special note

For fhunning those of his own coat;

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Which made his brethren of the gown
Take care betimes to run him down :

No libertine, nor over-nice,

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Addicted to no fort of vice,

Went where he pleas'd, faid what he thought,

Not rich, but ow'd no man a groat:

In state-opinions à la mode,

He hated Wharton † like a toad,

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15. Demetri, (puer hic non læve juffa Philippi

Accipiebat, abi, quære, et refer: unde domo, quis,
Cujus fortune, quo fit patre, quove patrono!

23. 25. It, redit, et narrat, Voltsium nomine Manam.
31--Tenui cenfu, fine crimine notum,

Et properare loco, et ceffare, et quærere et uti,
Gaudentem

• Erafmus Lewis Efq; private fecretary to the Earl of Oxford. Earl of Wharton, father to the Duke of Wharton who died in France.

Had giv❜n the faction many a wound,
And libell'd all the junto round;
Kept company with men of wit,

Who often father'd what he writ::

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His works were hawk'd in ev'ry street,.

But feldom rofe above a fheet ::

Of late indeed the paper famp

Did very much his genius cramp:

And, fince he could not spend his fire;.

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He now intended to retire.

SAID Harley, I defire to know

From his own mouth if this be so ;
Step to the Doctor strait, and say,
I'd have him dine with me to-day..
Swift feem'd to wonder what he meant,
Nor would believe my Lord had fent;
So never offer'd once to ftir;
But coldly faid, Your fervant, Sir..
Does he refufe me? Harley cry'd:
He does, with infolence and pride.
Some few days after Harley fpies
The Doctor faften'd by the eyes
At Charing-crofs among the rout,
Where painted monsters are hung out:
He pull'd the string, and stopt his coach,
Beck'ning the Doctor to approach.

47. Scitari libet ex ipfo quodcunque refers. Die Ad cœnam veniat. Non fane credere Mana; Mirari fecum tacitus.

54. Benigne, refpondet.

55. Negat ille mihi?

56. Negat improbus, et te

Negligit, aut horret.

57. Volteium mane Philippus

Vilia vendentem tunicato fcruta popello
Occupat, et falvere jubet prior.

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No man alive has more refpect—

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“ Well, I shall think of that no more,

"If you'll be fure to come at four.

The Doctor now obeys the fummons,

Likes both his company and commons;
Difplays his talent, fits till ten;

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Next day invited, comes again;
Soon grows domestic; seldom fails
Either at morning or at meals;
Came early, and departed late:
In short, the gudgeon took the bait.
My Lord would carry on the jeft,
And down to Windsor takes his guest.
Swift much admires the place and air,
And longs to be a canon thère ;
In fummer round the park to ride,
In winter, never to refide.

A canon! that's a place too mean;

65. -Ille Philippo

Excufare laborem.

71. -Sic ignoviffe putato

Me tibi, fi coenas hodie mecum. Ut libet. Ergo
Poft nonam venies--

74. Ut ventum ad cœnam eft, dicenda, tacenda locutus,

Tandem dormitum dimittitur. Hic ubi fape

Occultum vifus decurrere pifcis ad hamum

Mane cliens, et jam certus conviva :

81. Jubetur

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Rura fuburbana indiftis comes ire Latinis.
Impofitus mannis, arvum cœlumque Sabinum
Non ceffat laudare.

-Videt, ridetque Philippus.

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