VII. By old popish canons, as wise men haye penn'd'em, Each priest had a concubine, jure ecclesiæ ;* Who'd be dean of Fernes without a commendam? And precedents we can produce, if it please ye: Then why should the Dean, when whores are socheap, Be put to the peril and toil of a rape! VIII. If fortune should please but to take such a crotchet (To thee I apply, great Smedley's successor) To give thee lawn sleeves, a mitre, and rochet, Whom wouldst though resemble? I leave thee a guesser. But I only behold thee in Atherton's * shape, IX. Ah! dost thou not envy the brave colonel Chartres, Condemn'd for thy crime at threescore and ten? To hang him, all England would lend him their garters, Yet he lives, and is ready to ravish again. Then throttle thyself with an ell of strong tape, For thou hast not a groat to atone for a rape. X. The Dean he was vex'd that his whores were so willing: He long'd for a girl that would struggle and squall; He ravish'd her fairly, and sav'd a good shilling; But here was to pay the devil and all. * A bishop of Waterford, of infamous character. H, His trouble and sorrows now come in a heap. And harg'd he must be for committing a rape. XI. If maidens are ravish'd, it is their own choice: Why are they so wilful to struggle with men? If they would but lie quiet, and stifle their voice, No devil nor Dean could ravish them then. Nor would there be need of a strong hempen cape Tied round the Dean's neck for committing a rape. XII. Our church and our state dear England maintains, For which all true Protestant hearts should be glad: She sends us our bishops, our judges, and deans, And better would give us, if better she had. But, lord! how the rabble will stare and will gape, When the good English dean is hang'd up for a rape. ON STEPHEN DUCK, THE THRESHER, AND FAVOURITE POET. A QUIBBLING EPIGRAM. 1730. THE thresher Duck could o'er the queen prevail, Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing stubble Thy toil is lessen'd, and thy profits double. THE LADY'S DRESSING ROOM. 1730. FIVE hours (and who can do it less in?) Whereof, to make the matter clear, And, first, a dirty smock appear'd, Now listen, while he next produces * A defence of "The Lady's Dressing Room," by some facetious friend of our author, is printed in Faulkner's edition; which, after a humorous travestie of ten lines only of "Horace's "Art of Poetry,” decides clearly that there are ten times more slovenly expressions in those ten lines of Horace, than in the whole poem of Dr. Swift. N. Fill'd Fill'd up with dirt so closely fixt, Sweat, dandriff, powder, lead, and hair: To smooth the wrinkles on her front: Some fill'd with washes, some with paste; Foul'd with the scouring of her hands: For here she spits, and here she spews. But, oh! it turn'd poor Strephon's bowels, * Var. "marks of stinking toes." H. Or Or greasy coifs, or pinners reeking, The virtues we must not let pass When frighted Strephon cast his eye on't, To squeeze it out from head to tail; Why, Strephon, will you tell the rest? For you to exercise your spite? In vain the workman show'd his wit, Which Strephon ventur'd to look in, As, from within Pandora's box, He |