But I, who all punctilios hate, Though long familiar with the great, Am come without an invitation; And, though I'm us'd to right Falernian, What though your Oxfords and your St. Johns, Have at your levee paid attendance; And Peterborow and great Ormond, With many chiefs who now are dormant, And public cares, with you to laugh; Since Athens brought forth Socrates, You'll plead perhaps, at my request, "Your hearing's bad!"-But why such fears? Defies the Vandals of this age, 'Tis yours to save these small remains From future pedant's muddy brains, And fix my long uncertain fate, You best know how-" which way ?"-TRANS LATE. EPIGRAM BY MR. BOWYER. INTENDED TO BE PLACED UNDER THE HEAD OF GULLIVER. 1733. "HERE learn, from moral truth and wit refin'd, How vice and folly have debas'd mankind; Strong sense and humour arm in virtue's cause; Thus her great votary vindicates her laws : While bold and free the glowing colours strike; Blame not the picture, if the picture's like." ON PSYCHE.* Ar two afternoon for our Psyche inquire, Thus a greyhound outruns the whole pack in a race, Yet would rather be hang'd than he'd leave a warm place. She gives you such plenty, it puts you in pain; But ever with prudence takes care of the main. To please you, she knows how to choose a nice bit; * Mrs. Sican, a very ingenious lady, mother to the author of the poem in p. 343. F. To oblige a good friend, she will trace every market, She saves half her victuals, by feeding your ears. THE DEAN AND DUKE. 1734. JAMES BRYDGES* and the Dean had long been friends; O! wert thou not a duke, my good duke Humphry, From bailiff's claws thou scarce could'st keep thy bum free. A duke to know a dean! go, smooth thy crown: * James Brydges was created Duke of Chandos, April 30, 1719. The Hon. Henry Brydges, archdeacon of Rochester. N. P 3 WRITTEN BY DR. SWIFT, * ON HIS OWN DEAFNESS, IN SEPTEMBER 1734. VERTIGINOSUS,† inops, surdus, male gratus amicis ; THE DEAN'S COMPLAINT, TRANSLATED AND ANSWERED. DOCTOR. DEAF, giddy, helpless, left alone. ANSWER. Except the first, the fault's your own. DOCTOR. To all my friends a burden grown. ANSWER. Because to few you will be shown. Give them good wine, and meat to stuff, You may have company enough. These lines were found on his table when his servant brought up his dinner. Mrs. Ridgeway, his housekeeper, requested a copy of them; and the Dean immediately gave her the paper. N. The second syllable "Vertiginosus," is here made short by the Dean; perhaps the more expressive of the malady it describes, as *steteruntque coma" in Virgil. W. B. |