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Imitated in the Manner of Dr. Swift.
'TIŞ true, my Lord, I gave my word,

I would be with you, June the third i
Chang'd it to Auguft, 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?
And Fun'rals black’ning all the Doors,
And yet more melancholy Whores :

And what a duft in ev'ry place?
And a thin Court that wants your Face,
And Feyers raging up and down,
And W* and H** both in Town !
“ The dog-days are no more the case,

15 'Tis true, but Winter comes apace : Then fouthward let your bard retire, Hold out some Months 'twixt Sun and Fire,

Uinque dies tibi pollicitus me rure futuruin,

Sextilem totum mendax desideror atqui,
Si me vivere vis fanum recteque valentem ;
Quam mihi das aegro, dabis aegrotare timenti,
Maecenas, veniam : dum ficus prima calorque
Designatorum decorat lictoribus atris :
Dum pueris omnis pater, et matercula pallet;
Officiofaque sedulitas, et opella forenfis
Adducit febris, et teitamenta refignat.
Quod fi bruma nives Albanis illinet agris;
. Ad mare descendet vates tuus, et fibi parcet,

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And you shall see the first warm Weather
Me and the Butterflies together.

· 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 Feaft:
“ Eat some, and pocket up the reft" -
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 you 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 diff'rence in his thought
Betwixt a Guinea and a Groat.

Now this l'll say, you'll find in me A safe Companion, and a free;




Contractusque leget; te, dulcis amice, reviset
Cum Zephyris, fi concedes, et hirundine prima.
Non, quo more pyris

, vesci Calaber jubet hofpes,
Tu me fecifti locupletem. Vescere fodes.
Jam fatis eft. . At tu quantumvis tolle. Benigne.
Non invisa feres pueris munuscula parvis.
Tam teneor dono, quam fi dimittar onuftus.
Ut libet: haec porcis hodie comedenda relinques.
Prodigus et ftultus donat quae fpernit et odit :
Haec feges ingratos tulit et feret omnibus annis.
Vir bonus et sapiens, dignis ait esse paratus !
Nec tamen ignorat, quid diftent aera lupinis ?
Dignum praeftabo me, etiam pro laude merentis.

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But if you'd have me always near-
A word, pray, in your Honour's ear.
I hope it is your Resolution
To give me back my Conftitution !
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 :
And all that voluntary Vein,
As when Belinda rais'd my Strain.

A Weazel once made shift to slink
In at a Corn-loft thro' a Chink;
But having amply stuffd his skin,
Could not get out as he got in;
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.



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Quod fi me noles usquam discedere ; reddes
Forte latus, nigros augusta fronte capillos :
Reddes dulce loqui : reddes ridere decorum, et
Inter vina fugam Cynarae moerere protervae.

Forte per anguftam tenuis vulpecula rimam
Repserat in cumeram frumenti: paftaque, rursus
Ire foras pleno tendebat corpore fruftra,
Cui mustela procul, Sivis, ait, effugere iftinc;
Macra cavum repetes arctum, quem macra subisti.
Hac ego fi compellor imagine, cuncta resigno;
Nec fomnum plebis laudo fatur altilium, nec



South-sea Subscriptions take who please,
Leave me but Liberty and Ease.
'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child,
Who prais’d my Modefty, and smild.
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 finking Fund, my Life.
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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Otia divitiis Arabum liberrima muto.
Saepe verecundum laudafti : Rexque, Paterque
Audifti coram, nec verbo parcius abfens :
Inspice, fi possum donota reponere laetus.

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Parvum parva decent, mihi jam non regia Roma,
Sed vacuum Tibur placet, aut imbelle Tarentum.

Strenuus er fortis, caufifque Philippus agendis
Clarus, etc.




The First Partimitated in the Year 1714, by Dr. Swirt;

the latter Part added afterwards.

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'VE often wish'd that I had clear

For life, 'fix 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
Of Land, set out to plant a Wood.

Well, now I have all this and more,
I ask not to increase my store ;

But here a Grievance seems to lie, 6 All this is mine but till I die;

I can't but think 'twould found more clover, • To me and to my Heirs for ever.

If I ne'er got or loft a groat, . By any Trick, or any Fault; . And if I pray by Reason's rules, * And not like Forty other Foo!s:

As thus, “ Vouchsafe, oh Gracious Maker! " To grant me this and t’other Acre : 6 Or, if it be thy Will and Pleasure, *** Direct my Plow to find a Treasure :"





OC erat in votis : modus agri non ita magnus,

Hortus ubi, et tecto vicinus jugis aquae fons,
Et paulum filvae super his foret, auctius, atque
Di melius fecere, bene eft, nil amplius oro,
. Maia nate, nisi ut propria haec mihi munera faxis.
Si neque majorem feci ratione inala rem,
Nec fun faâurus vitio culpave minorem :
Si veneror ftultus nihil horum, O si angulus ille
Proximus, accedat, qui nunc denormat agellum !

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