You are not so great a grievance,
As the hirelings of St Stephen's.
You are of a lower class

Than my friend Sir Robert Brass.
None of these have mercy found:
I have laugh'd, and lash'd them round.
Have you seen a rocket fly?
You would swear it pierc'd the sky:
It but reach'd the middle air,
Bursting into pieces there;
Thousand sparkles falling down
Light on many a coxcomb's crown.
See what mirth the sport creates !
Singes hair, but breaks no pates.
Thus, should I attempt to climb,
Treat you in a style sublime,
Such a rocket is my Muse:
Should I lofty numbers choose,
Ere I reach'd Parnassus' top,
I should burst, and bursting drop;
All my fire would fall in scraps,
Give your head some gentle raps;
Only make it smart a while;
Then could I forbear to smile,
When I found the tingling pain
Entering warm your frigid brain ;

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!

custom, which I found pur. aim a present on his birth.

LEFT WITH A SILVER, STANDISH
ST PATRICK'S DESK, ON HIS B

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,
To serve a proud Iernian dame:
Was long submitted to her will;
At length she lost me at quadrille.
Through various shapes I often pass'd,
Still hoping to have rest at last;
And still ambitious to obtain
Admittance to the patriot Dean;
And sometimes got within his door,
But soon turn'd out to serve the
Not strolling Idleness to aid,
But honest Industry decay'd.'"

poor;

Alluding to five hundred pounds lent by the Dean, without rest, to poor tradesmen.-F.