“ 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;
Displays his talent, fits till ten;
Next day invited comes again;
Soon grows domeftick; feldom fails
Either at morning or at meals;
Came early, and departed late:
In fhort, the gudgeon took the bait.
My lord would carry on the jeft,
And down to Windfor takes his guest.
Swift much admires the place and air,
And longs to be a canon there;
In fummer round the park to ride,
In winter, never to refide.
A canon! that's a place too mean;
No, doctor, you fhall be a dean;
71. -Sic ignoviffe putate
Me tibi, fi canas bodie mecum.
Poft nonam venies
74. Ut ventum ad cænam eft, dicenda, tacenda locutus,
Tandem dormitum dimittitur. Hic ubi fæpe
Occultum vifus decurrere pifcis ad hamum,
Mane cliens, et jam certus conviva :-
Rura fuburbana indiftis comes ire Latinis.
Impofitus mannis, arvum cœlumque Sabinum
Non ceffat laudare.
Videt, ridetque Philippus:
Two dozen canons round your ftall,
And you the tyrant o'er them all :
You need but cross the Irish feas
To live in plenty, pow'r, and cafe.
Poor Swift departs; and what is worse,
With borrow'd money in his purse;
Travels at least an hundred leagues,
And fuffers numberless fatigues.
Suppose him now a dean compleat,
Devoutly lolling in his seat;
The filver virge, with decent pride,
Stuck underneath his cushion fide:
Suppose him gone thro' all vexations,
Patents, inftalments, abjurations,
Firft-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 fpent;
His tenants wrong him in his rent ;
The farmers fpitefully combin'd
Force him to take his tythes in kind; 110
And Parvifol discounts arrears
By bills for taxes and repairs".
-Oves furto, morbo periere capellæ ;
Spem mentita feges, bos eft enectus arando;
"land to take poffeffion of his "deanery, the common people
"were taught to look upon him
Poor Swift, with all his loffes vext,
Not knowing were to turn him next,
Above a thousand 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 worship look fo lean?
Why, fure you won't appear in town
In that old wig and rufty gown?
I doubt your heart is set on pelf
So much that you neglect yourself.
What! I fuppofe now ftocks are high,
You've fome good purchase in your eye;
Or is your money out at use?—
Truce, good my lord, I beg a truce, 130
115. Offenfus damnis, media de noite caballum
Arripit, iratufque Philippi tendit ad ades.
121. Quem fimul afpexit fcabrum intonfumque Philippus,
Durus, ait, Voltei, nimis attentufque videris
Effe mibi.
cc as a Jacobite, and proceeded
"fo far as to throw ftones and
"dirt at him, as he paffed
"through the streets: the chap-
"ter of St. Patrick's thwarted
"him in every point he pro-
"pofed, he was avoided as a "peftilence, he was oppofed "as an invader."
(The doctor in a paffion cry'd,)
Your raillery is misapply'd;
Experience I have dearly bought;
You know I am not worth a groat:
But 'tis a folly to conteft
When refolve to have your jeft;
you
Then, fince you now have done your worst, Pray leave me where you found me first ‘.
136. Quod te per genium, dextramque, deofque penates Obfecro, et obteftor, vite me redde priori.
HORACE, LIB. II. SA T. VI. Part of it imitated.
OFTEN wifh'd, that I had clear
For life fix hundred pounds a year,
A handfome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end,
A terras walk, and half a rood
Of land fet out to plant a wood.
1. Hoc erat in votis: modus agri non ita magnus,
Hortus ubi, et tecto vicinus jugis aquæ fons,
Et paulum filva fuper his foret.
*In England, where he seems by this poem to folicit a fettlement in the manner peculiar to himself.
This poem was written about the fame time with the preceding, and apparently with the fame view.
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 fide Trent, Nor cross the channel twice a year To spend fix months with statesmen here. I muft by all means come to town, 'Tis for the fervice of the crown. "Lewis, the dean will be of ufe; "Send for him up, take no excuse." The toil, the danger of the feas, Great minifters ne'er think of these ; Or, let it coft five hundred pound, No matter where the money's found; 20 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 should I thruft myself between? 30
-Auftius atque
Dii melius fecere.
17. Sive Aquilo radit terras, feu bruma nivalem Interiore diem gyro trabit, ire neceffe eft.
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