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ANSWER. BY DR. SWIFT

DARE you dispute, you saucy brute,
And think there's no refelling
Your scurvy lays, and senseless praise
You give to Ballyspellin?

Howe'er you flounce, I here pronounce,
Your medicine is repelling;

Your water's mud, and sours the blood
When drunk at Ballyspellin.

Those pocky drabs, to cure their scabs,
You thither are compelling,

Will back be sent worse than they went,
From nasty Ballyspellin.

Llewllyn why? As well may I

Name honest doctor Pellin;
So hard sometimes you tug for rhymes,
To bring in Ballyspellin.

No subject fit to try your wit,

When you went colonelling;

By dull intrigues 'twixt jades and teagues You met at Ballyspellin.

Our lasses fair, say

what

you dare,

Who sowins make with shelling,

At Market-hill more beaux can kill,

Than yours at Ballyspellin.

Dick would cock his nose in scorn,
But Tom was kind and loving;
Tom a footboy bred and born,
But Dick was from an oven.

Dick could neatly dance a jig,

But Tom was best at borees : Tom would pray for every whig, And Dick curse all the tories.

Dick would make a woful noise,
And scold at an election;
Tom huzza'd the black-guard boys,
And held them in subjection.

Tom could move with lordly grace, Dick nimbly skipt the gutter; Tom could talk with solemn face; But Dick could better sputter.

Dick was come to high renown

Since he commenc'd physician;

Tom was held by all the town
The deeper politician.

Tom had the genteeler swing,
His hat could nicely put on

Dick knew better how to swing
His cane upon a button.

Dick for repartee was fit,

And Tom for deep discerning; Dick was thought the brighter wit,

But Tom had better learning

Dick with zealous noes and ayes

Could roar as loud as Stentor, In the house 'tis all he says; But Tom is eloquenter.

DICK, A MAGGOT.

As when, from rooting in a bin,
All powder'd o'er from tail to chin,
A lively maggot sallies out,

You know him by his hazel snout:
So when the grandson of his grandsire
Forth issuing wriggling, Dick Drawcansir,
With powder'd rump and back and side,
You cannot blanch his tawny hide;
For 'tis beyond the power of meal
The gipsy visage to conceal :

For, as he shakes his wainscot chops,
Down every mealy atom drops,
And leaves the tartar phyz in show,
Like a fresh t-d just dropt on snow.

CLAD ALL IN BROWN. TO DICK.

IMITATED FROM COWLEY.

FOULEST brute that stinks below,

Why in this brown dost thou appear? For would'st thou make a fouler show, Thou must go naked all the year. Fresh from the mud a wallowing sow Would then be not so brown as thou.

"Tis not the coat that looks so dun,
His hide emits a foulness out;
Not one jot better looks the sun

Seen from behind a dirty clout:
So t―ds within a glass enclose,
The glass will seem as brown as those.

Thou now one heap of foulness art,
All outward and within is foul;
Condensed filth in every part,

Thy body's clothed like thy soul;
Thy soul, which through thy hide of buff
Scarce glimmers like a dying snuff.

Old carted bawds such garments wear,
When pelted all with dirt they shine;
Such their exalted bodies are,

As shrivell'd and as black as thine.

If thou wert in a cart, I fear

Thou would'st be pelted worse than they're.

Yet, when we see thee thus array'd,

The neighbours think it is but just,
That thou should'st take an honest trade,
And weekly carry out the dust.

Of cleanly houses who will doubt,
When Dick cries, "Dust to carry out ?"

DICK'S VARIETY.

DULL uniformity in fools,

I hate, who gape and sneer by rules.
You, Mullinix, and slobbering C,
Who every day and hour the same are;
That vulgar talent I despise
Of pissing in the rabble's eyes.
And when I listen to the noise
Of idiots roaring to the boys;
To better judgment still submitting,
I own I see but little wit in;

Such pastimes, when our taste is nice,
Can please at most but once or twice.
But then consider Dick, you'll find
His genius of superior kind:
He never muddles in the dirt,

Nor scours the streets without a shirt;
Though Dick, I dare presume to say,
Could do such feats as well as they.
Dick I could venture every where,
Let the boys pelt him if they dare,
He'd have them try❜d at the assizes

For priests and jesuits in disguises;

Swear they were with the Swedes at Bender,

And listing troops for the pretender.

But Dick can f―t, and dance, and frisk,

No other monkey half so brisk;
Now has the speaker by the ears,
Next moment in the house of peers;
Now scolding at my lady Eustace,
Or thrashing Baby in her new stays.

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