The Works of the Rev. Dr. Jonathan Swift ...

Horace, part of B. i. Sat. 4. paraphrafed.

A new Simile for the Ladies, by Dr. Sheridan. 189

Anfwer by Dr. Swift.

A Vindication of the Libel, &c.

A friendly Apology for Hartley Hutchinson.

Ballad on Ballyfpellin, by Dr. Sheridan.

Verfes fent to the Dean by Dr, Sican.

D

1729.

ELUDED mortals, whom the great
Chufe for companions tête-à-tête;

Who at their dinners, en famille,
Get leave to fit whene'er you will;
Then boasting tell us where you din'd,
And how his lordship was so kind;
How many pleasant things he fpoke;
And how you laugh'd at every joke :
Swear he's a moft facetious man ;
That you and he are cup and can:
You travel with a heavy load,
And quite mistake preferment's road.
Suppofe my lord and you alone,
Hint the least interest of your own;
His vifage drops, he knits his brow,
He cannot talk of bufinefs now:

VOL. VIII.

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Or,

Or, mention but a vacant poft,
He'll turn it off with (C Name your
Nor could the nicest artist paint
A countenance with more constraint.

toast:"

For, as their appetites to quench,
Lords keep a pimp to bring a wench;
So men of wit, are but a kind
Of panders to a vicious mind;
Who proper objects must provide
To gratify their luft of pride,
When, wearied with intrigues of ftate,
They find an idle hour to prate.
Then, fhall you dare to afk a place, C
You forfeit all your patron's grace,
And disappoint the fole defign,

For which he fummon'd you to dine.
Thus Congreve spent in writing plays,
And one poor office, half his days:
While Montague, who claim'd the ftation
To be Mæcenas of the nation,
For poets open table keep,

But ne'er confider'd where they flept:
Himself as rich as fifty Jews,

Was eafy, though they wanted fhoes;
And crazy Congreve scarce could spare
A fhilling to discharge his chair:
Till prudence taught him to appeal
From Pæan's fire to party zeal;
Not owing to his happy vein
The fortunes of his later feene,
Took proper principles to thrive ;
And so might every dunce alive.

Thus

Thus Steele, who own'd what others writ,

And flourish'd by imputed wit,

From perils of a hundred jails,
Withdrew to ftarve, and die in Wales.

Thus Gay, the hare with many friends,
Twice feven long years the court attends :
Who, under tales conveying truth,

To virtue form'd a princely youth*:
Who paid his courtship with the crowd,
As far as modeft pride allow'd;
Rejects a fervile ufher's place,
And leaves St. James's in difgrace.
Thus Addifon, by lords careft,
Was left in foreign lands diftreft;
Forgot at home, became for hire
A travelling tutor to a 'fquire:
But wifely left the Mufes' hill,
To business shap❜d the poet's quill,
Let all his barren laurels fade,

Took up himself the courtier's trade,

And, grown a minister of state,

Saw poets at his levee wait.

Hail, happy Pope! whofe generous mind

Detefting all the statesman kind,

Contemning courts, at courts unfeen,

Refus'd the vifits of a queen.

A foul with every virtue fraught,
By fages, priefts, or poets taught;
Whofe filial piety excels

Whatever Grecian story tells

William duke of Cumberland, fon to George H.

A genius for all stations fit,
Whofe meaneft talent is his wit:
His heart too great, though fortune little,
To lick a rascal statesman's spittle;
Appealing to the nation's tafte,
Above the reach of want is plac'd:
By Homer dead was taught to thrive,
Which Homer never could alive;
And fits aloft on Pindus' head,
Defpifing flaves that cringe for bread.
True politicians only pay

For folid work, but not for play:
Nor ever choose to work with tools
Forg'd up in colleges and fchools.
Confider how much more is due
To all their journeymen than you:
At table you can Horace quote ;
They at a pinch can bribe a vote:
You fhew your fkill in Grecian ftory;
But they can manage Whig and Tory:
You, as a critick, are fo curious
To find a verse in Virgil fpurious;
But they can smoke the deep designs,
When Bolingbroke with Pulteney dines.
Befides, your patron may upbraid ye,
That you have got a place already;
talents fit,

An office for

your

To flatter, care, and fhew your wit

To fnuff the lights and ftir the fire,

And get a dinner for your hire.

;

What claim have you to place or pension?
He overpays in condefcenfion.

But,

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