A YOUNG LADY'S COMPLAINT,

FOR

THE STAY OF THE DEAN IN ENGLAND.

BLOW, ye zephyrs, gentle gales;

Gently fill the swelling sails.

Neptune, with thy trident long,

Trident three fork'd, trident strong;

And ye Nereids fair and gay,

Fairer than the rose in May,
Nereids living in deep caves,
Gently wash'd with gentle waves;
Nereids, Neptune, lull asleep
Ruffling storms, and ruffled deep;
All around, in pompous state,
On this richer Argo wait :
Argo, bring my Golden fleece,
Argo, bring him to his Greece.
Will Cadenus longer stay?
Come, Cadenus, come away;
Come with all the haste of love,
Come unto thy turtle dove.
The ripen'd cherry on the tree
Hangs, and only hangs for thee,
Luscious peaches, mellow pears,
Ceres with her yellow ears,

And the grape, both red and white,
Grape inspiring just delight;

All are ripe and courting sue,
To be pluck'd and press'd by you.
Pinks have lost their blooming red,
Mourning hang their drooping head,
Every flower languid seems,
Wants the colour of thy beams,
Beams of wond'rous force and power,
Beams reviving every flower.
Come, Cadenus, bless once more,
Bless again thy native shore,
Bless again this drooping isle,
Make its weeping beauties smile,
Beauties that thine absence mourn,
Beauties wishing thy return:

Come, Cadenus, come with haste,
Come before the winter's blast;
Swifter than the lightning fly,
Or I, like Vanessa, die.

EPITAPH,

IN BERKELEY CHURCHYARD, GLOUCESTERSHIRE,

HERE lies the earl of Suffolk's fool,

Men call'd him Dicky Pearce; His folly served to make folks laugh, When wit and mirth were scarce.

Poor Dick, alas! is dead and gone,
What signifies to cry?

Dickies enough are still behind,

To laugh at by and by.

Buried June 18, 1728, aged 63.

EPITAPH,

EPITAPH,

ON

GENERAL GORGES*, AND LADY MEATH†.

UNDER this stone lies Dick and Dolly.
Doll dying first, Dick grew melancholy;
For Dick without Doll thought living a folly.

Dick lost in Doll a wife tender and dear:
But Dick lost by Doll twelve hundred a year;
A loss that Dick thought no mortal could bear.

Dick sigh'd for his Doll, and his mournful arms cross'd;

Thought much of his Doll, and the jointure he lost: The first vex'd him much, the other vex'd most.

Thus loaded with grief, Dick sigh'd and he cried :
To live without both full three days he tried;
But liked neither loss, and so quietly died.

Dick left a pattern few will copy after:
Then, reader, pray shed some tears of salt water;
For so sad a tale is no subject of laughter.

Of Kilbrue, in the county of Meath.

+ Dorothy, dowager of Edward, earl of Meath. She was married to the general in 1716; and died April 10, 1728. Her husband survived her but two days.

Meath smiles for the jointure, though gotten so late;
The son laughs, that got the hard gotten estate;
And Cuffe* grins, for getting the Alicant plate.

Here quiet they lie, in hopes to rise one day,
Both solemnly put in this hole on a Sunday,
And here rest―sic transit gloria mundi!

VERSES ON I KNOW NOT WHAT.

My latest tribute here I send,
With this let your collection end.
Thus I consign you down to fame
A character to praise or blame :
And if the whole may pass for true,
Contented rest, you have your due.
Give future time the satisfaction,
To leave one handle for detraction.

UPON CARTHY'S† THREATENING TO

TRANSLATE PINDAR.

BY DR. SWIFT.

You have undone Horace,-what should hinder

Thy muse from falling upon Pindar?
But ere you mount his fiery steed,

Beware, O bard, how you proceed

:

* John Cuffe, of Desart, esq., married the general's eldest daughter.

+ Carthy, a scribbling schoolmaster, wrote some severe lines on Dr. Swift and his friends.

For

For should you give him once the reins,
High up in air he'll turn your brains;
And if you should his fúry check,
'Tis ten to one he breaks your neck.

DR. SWIFT wrote the following Epigram on one DELACOURT'S Complimenting CARTHY, a Schoolmaster, on his Poetry.

EPIGRA M.

CARTHY, you say, writes well—his genius true ;
You pawn your word for him-he'll vouch for you.
So two poor knaves, who find their credit fail,
To cheat the world, becomes each other's bail.

WRITTEN BY DR. SWIFT,

ON HIS OWN DEAFNESS.

VERTIGINOSUS*, inops, surdus, male gratus

amicis

Non campana sonans, tonitru non ab Jove missum, Quod mage mirandum, saltem si credere fas est, Non clamosa meas mulier jam percutit aures.

*The second syllable "Vertiginosus" is here made short by the dean; perhaps the more expressive of the malady it describes, as "steteruntque coma" in Virgil.

BOWYER.

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