The Works of Jonathan Swift: Miscellaneous poems

In the days of good John,* if you came here to d You had choice of good meat, but no choic good wine.

In Jonathan's reign, if you came here to eat, You have choice of good wine, but no choi good meat.

O Jove! then how fully might all sides be blest Would'st thou but agree to this humble request Put both deans in one; or, if that's too mu trouble,

Instead of the deans, make the deanery double.

ON ANOTHER WINDOW.†

A BARD, on whom Phoebus his spirit bestow'd, Resolving t' acknowledge the bounty he ow'd,

* Dr Sterne, the predecessor of Swift in the deanery of S trick's, and afterward bishop of Clogher, was distinguishe his hospitality.-F.

+ Written by Dr Delany, in conjunction with Stella, as aj from the verses which follow.

eaves Phoebus to gardless of meat. pecting to dine,

wit and sheer wine,

DEAN. 1720.

eply to the verses on the win

we let you to know

ou mortals below.

y chemists been told, on't, it is I that make gold; ot, you so carefully hide it, I hardly have spy'd it. that, whenever I shine, 1 I ripen the vine ;

I alone can inspire the
This is gratefully own'd
Whom if I inspire, it is i
This every pretender to
Without troubling his hea
These gentlemen use me
dom,

And as for their works, whe
'em.

They lie open on purpose of
And the titles I view, when
But a comrade of
yours, tha
Whom I for your sake love
And, of my mere motion, an
Intended in time to succeed
On Tuesday the tenth sediti
With a certain false trait'ress
To the deanery house, and o
Where for fear of the cold I
Then and there, vi et armis,
Of value five shillings, in Eng
Did maliciously, falsely, and
While Stella aforesaid stood b
My sister had lately depos'd
That she stopt in her course
That Stella was helping, abet
And still, as he writ, stood sm

This is gratefully own'd by each boy in the coll Whom if I inspire, it is not to my knowledge. This every pretender to rhyme will admit, Without troubling his head about judgment or These gentlemen use me with kindness and f dom,

And as for their works, when I please I may

'em.

They lie open on purpose on counters and stalls
And the titles I view, when I shine on the walls
But a comrade of yours, that traitor Delany,
Whom I for your sake love better than any.
And, of my mere motion, and special good grad
Intended in time to succeed in your place,
On Tuesday the tenth seditiously came

With a certain false trait'ress, one Stella by nam
To the deanery house, and on the north glass,
Where for fear of the cold I never can pass,
Then and there, vi et armis, with a certain uten
Of value five shillings, in English a pencil,
Did maliciously, falsely, and traitorously write,
While Stella aforesaid stood by with a light.
My sister had lately depos'd upon oath,
That she stopt in her course to look at them bot
That Stella was helping, abetting and aiding;
And still, as he writ, stood smiling and reading:

er yet went: through the pane, wwere plac'd right

ad every line, fancy was mine,

hom oft she has seen and College Green. 5 seldom are shown; none of his own: hat no man is shy ne honestly by. ill certainly steal it, ways to conceal it: ps in the dark,

at what has my

mark

e world if he dare,

e all stolen ware. it on your sash, n under my lash; st night to his sorrow,

;

if I live till to-morrow. ound, it shall quickly be

e where your language is

ne'er gave a refusal,

d in the forms that are usual:

ance,

Te Phoebus think fit to proced Sce Delany has dar'd, like P To clime to our region, and the We order a vulture in shape of To prey on his liver, but not to And d we order our subjects of e To believe all his verses were ad under the pain of our hig To call nothing his but the rhy

veys vut шу раретогини, бу а чтск,

(For I think in my conscience he deals with O Nick)

And from my own stock provided with topics, He gets to a window beyond both the tropics, There out of my sight, just against the north zon Writes down my conceits, and then calls them

own;

And you, like a booby, the bubble can swallow:
Now who but Delany can write like Apollo?
High treason by statute! yet here you object,
He only stole hints, but the verse is correct;
Though the thought be Apollo's 'tis finely e
press'd;

So a thief steals my horse, and has him well dress
Now whereas the said criminal seems past repe

ance,

We Phoebus think fit to proceed to the sentence.
Since Delany has dar'd, like Prometheus his sire,
To clime to our region, and thence to steal fire;
We order a vulture in shape of the spleen,
To prey on his liver, but not to be seen.
And we order our subjects of every degree
To believe all his verses were written by me:
And under the pain of our highest displeasure,
To call nothing his but the rhyme and the measu

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