I hope the Convention will quickly agree.' Agree!" quoth Apollo: "from whence is th fool?

Is he just come from reading Pythagoras at school Begone, sir, you've got your subscriptions in time And given in return neither reason nor rhyme." To the next says the God, "Though now I won choose you, t

I'll tell you the reason for which I refuse you: Love's Goddess has oft to her parents complain'd, Of my favouring a bard who her empire disdain'd That at my instigation, a poem you writ,

Which to beauty and youth preferr'd judgment an

wit;

That, to make you a Laureat, I gave the first voic
Inspiring the Britons t'approve of my choice.
Jove sent her to me, her power to try;

The Goddess of beauty what God can deny?
She forbids your preferment; I grant her desire.
Appease the fair Goddess: you then may ri
higher."

Dr Trapp, of whom Swift talks contemptuously in h Journal.

plore,

Yet whatever he wants he takes from my store;
Though I'm fond of his virtues, his pride I can se
In scorning to borrow from any but me:
It is owing to this, that, like Cynthia, his
lays
Enlighten the world by reflecting my rays.
This said, the whole audience soon found out I
drift:

The convention was summon'd in favour of SWIFT

APOLLO'S EDICT.

OCCASIONED BY NEWS FROM PARNASSUS."

IRELAND is now our royal care,

We lately fix'd our viceroy there :
How near was she to be undone,
Till pious love inspired her son!
What cannot our vicegerent do,
As poet and as patriot too?