You are not so great a grievance, Than my friend Sir Robert Brass. ONCLUSION DRAWN FROM THE ABOVE EPIGRAMS, AND SENT TO THE DRAPIER. CE Anna, whose bounty thy merits had fed, her own was laid low, had exalted thy head: d since our good queen to the wise is so just, raise heads for such as are humbled in dust, onder, good man, that you are not envaulted; thee go, and be dead, and be doubly exalted. DR SWIFT'S ANSWER. HER majesty never shall be my exalter; d yet she would raise me, I know, by a halter! s I send; end. are; make it bear? 1 VERSES 's face, rrowed grace. a tinsell'd coat/ custom, which I found pur. aim a present on his birth. LEFT WITH A SILVER, STANDISH BY DR DELANY. HITHER from Mexico I came, Alluding to five hundred pounds lent alterest, to poor tradesmen.-F. VERSES FT WITH A SILVER, STANDISH ON THE DEAN OF ST PATRICK'S DESK, ON HIS BIRTH-DAY. BY DR DELANY. HITHER from Mexico I came, poor; Alluding to five hundred pounds lent by the Dean, without rest, to poor tradesmen.-F. |