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EPISTLE VII.

IMITATED IN THE MANNER OF DR.SWIFT.

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'TIS true, my Lord, I gave my word,

I would be with you, June the third;
Chang'd it to August, and in short)
Have kept it

-as you do at court.
You humour me when I am sick,
Why not when I am splenetick?
In town, what objects could I meet?
The shops shut up in ev'ry street,
And fun’rals black’ning all the doors,
And yet more melancholy whores :
And what a dust in ev'ry place?
And a thin court that wants your face,
And fevers raging up and down,
And W* and H** both in town!

“ The Dog-days are no more the case.”
'Tis true, but Winter comes apace:
Then southward let your bard retire,
Hold out some months 'twixt sun and fire,
And
you
shall
see,

the first warm weather, Me and the butterflies together.

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My Lord, your favours well I know; 'Tis with distinction you bestow; And not to ev'ry one that comes, Just as a Scotsman does his plums. “ Pray take them, Sir.- Enough's a feast : “ Eat some, and pocket up the rest.”What, rob your boys? those pretty rogues ! “ No, Sir, you'll leave them to the hogs." Thus fools with compliments besiege ye, Contriving never to oblige ye. Scatter

your

favours on a fop,
Ingratitude's the certain crop;
And 'tis but just, I'll tell ye wherefore,
You give the things you never care for.
A wise man always is or shou'd
Be mighty ready to do good:
But makes a difference in his thought
Betwixt a guinea and a groat.

Now this I'll say, you'll find in me
A safe companion, and a free;
But if you'd have me always near —

in
your

Honour's
I hope it is

your

resolution
To give me back my constitution !
The sprightly wit, the lively eye,
Th' engaging smile, the gaiety,
That laugh'd down many a summer sun,
And kept you up so oft till one:

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And all that voluntary vein,
As when Belinda rais'd my strain.

A weasel once made shift to slink
In at a corn-loft thro’a chink;
But having amply stuff'd his skin,
Could not get out as

he
Which one belonging to the house
('Twas not a man, it was a mouse)
Observing, cry'd, “ You 'scape not so,
“ Lean as you came, Sir, you must go."

Sir, you may spare your application,
I'm no such beast, nor his relation;
Nor one that temperance advance,
Cramm'd to the throat with ortolans :
Extremely ready to resign
All that may make me none of mine.
South-sea subscriptions take who please,
Leave me but liberty and ease.
'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child,
Who prais'd my modesty, and smil'd.
Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me)
My bread, and independency !
So bought an annual rent or two,
And liv'd—just as you see I do ;
Near fifty, and without a wife,
I trust that sinking fund, my life.

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VER. 67. Child,] Sir Francis Child, the banker.

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Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,
Shrink back to my paternal cell,
A little house, with trees a-row,
And, like its master, very low.
There dy'd my father, no man's debtor,
And there I'll die, nor worse nor better.
To set this matter full before

ye, Our old friend Swift will tell his story.

Harley, the nation's great support," But you may read it, I stop short.

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SA TIRE VI.

The first Part imitated in the rear 1714, by Dr.

SWIFT ; the latter Part added afterwards.
I'VE often wish'd that I had clear

For life, six hundred pounds a year,
A handsome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end,
A terras-walk, and half a rood

S Of land, set out to plant a wood.

Well, now I have all this and more,
I ask not to encrease my store ;
• But here a grievance seems to lie,
All this is mine but till I die

;
• I can't but think ’twould sound more clever,
• To me and to my heirs for ever.

• If I ne'er got or lost a groat, • By any trick, or any

fault; . And if I pray by reason's rules, • And not like forty other fools : • As thus, “ Vouchsafe, oh gracious Maker ! To grant me this and t'other acre : • Or, if it be thy will and pleasure, “ Direct my plow to find a treasure :"

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