A DIALOGUE, BETWEEN AN EMINENT LAWYER,* AND DR. JONATHAN SWIFT, D. S. P. D. IN ALLUSION TO HORACE, BOOK II. SAT. I. "Sunt quibus in Satirâ," &c. WRITTEN BY MR. LINDSAY, IN 1729. DR. SWIFT. SINCE there are persons who complain In my scrutoire lock up my quill? LAWYER. Since you are pleas'd to condescend To ask the judgment of a friend, Your fancy with their pleasing fire, *Mr. Lindsay. F. Take subjects safer for your wit Than those on which you lately writ. Commend the times, your thoughts correct, And follow the prevailing sect; Assert that Hyde, in writing story, Shows all the malice of a tory; While Burnet, in his deathless page, Discovers freedom without rage. To Woolston recommend our youth, For learning, probity, and truth; That noble genius, who unbinds The chains which fetter freeborn minds Redeems us from the slavish fears Which lasted near two thousand years; He can alone the priesthood humble, Make gilded spires and altars tumble. DR. SWIFT. Must I commend against my conscience Such stupid blasphemy and nonsense? To such a subject tune my lyre, And sing like one of Milton's choir, Where devils to a vale retreat, And call the laws of Wisdom Fate, Lament upon their hapless fall, That Force free Virtue should inthrall? Or shall the charms of Wealth and Power Make me pollute the Muses' bower? LAWYER. As from the tripod of Apollo, Hear from my desk the words that follow Some, by philosophers misled, Must honour you alive and dead; And such as know what Greece has writ, While most that are, or would be great, AN ass's hoof alone can hold That poisonous juice, which kills by cold. Such frigid fustian could contain; I threw the volume in the fire: When (who could think?) though cold as ice, How could I more enhance its fame? Though born in snow, it dy'd in flame. 1729. ON PADDY'S CHARACTER OF THE IN TELLIGENCER.* 1729. As a thorn bush, or oaken bough, And, as ill neighbours in the night Is by the teeth of Envy torn; Dr. Sheridan was publisher of the "Intelligencer," a weekly paper, written principally by himself; but Dr. Swift occasionally supplied him with a letter. Dr. Delany, piqued at the approbation those papers received, attacked them violently both in conversation and in print; but unfortunately stumbled on some of the numbers which the Dean had written, and all the world admired; which rise to these verses. H. gave Pelts him by turns with verse and prose, At length presumes to vent his satire on AN EPISTLE TO HIS EXCELLENCY BY DR. DELANY, 1729. "Credis ob hoc, me, Pastor, opes fortasse rogare, THOU wise and learned ruler of our isle, |