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Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,
To set this matter full before ye,
“ Harley, the nation's great support," But you may read it, I stop short.
SATIRE VI. The first part imitated in the rear 1714, by Dr.
SWIFT ; the latter Part added afterwards.
For life, six hundred pounds a year,
Well, now I have all this and more,
• 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 :"
• But only what my station fits,
In short, I'm perfectly content,
I must by all means come to town,
“ Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown, “ Let my Lord know you're come to town.” I hurry me in haste away, Not thinking it is Levee-day; And find his Honour in a pound, Hemm’d by a triple circle round,
Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green : How should I thrust myself between? Some wag observes me thus perplext, And smiling, whispers to the next, “ I thought the Dean had been too proud, “ To justle here among a croud.” Another in a surly fit, Tells me I have more zeal than wit, “ So eager to express your love, “ You ne'er consider whom you shove, “ But rudely press before a Duke." I own, I'm pleas'd with this rebuke, And take it kindly meant to show What I desire the world should know.
I get a whisper, and withdraw : When twenty fools I never saw Come with petitions fairly penn'd, Desiring I would stand their friend.
This, humbly offers me his case That, begs my int’rest for a placeA hundred other men's affairs, Like bees, are humming in my ears. “ To-morrow my appeal comes on, “ Without your help the cause is gone"The Duke expects my Lord and you, About some great affair, at Two “ Put my Lord Bolingbroke in mind, “ To get my warrant quickly sign'd:
“ Consider 'tis my first request.”-
'Tis (let me see) three years and more,
85 And chose me for an humble friend; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that ; As, “ What's o'clock ?" And, “How's the wind ?” “ Who's chariot's that we left behind ?" . 90 Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, “ Have you nothing new to-day “ From Pope, from Parnel, or from Gay?" Such tattle often entertains My Lord and me as far as Stains, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes, inter nos, Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross. .
Yet some I know with envy swell, Because they see me us'd so well : : “ How think you of our friend the Dean? “ I wonder what some people mean;