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THE FIRST PART IMITATED IN THE YEAR 1714, BY DR. SWIFT;
THE LATTER PART ADDED AFTERWARDS.
I've often wish'd that I had clear
Well, now I have all this and more,
If I ne'er got or lost a groat,
20 Hercule: si, quod adest, gratum juvat: hâc prece
Pingue pecus domino facias, et cætera, præter Ingenium; utque soles, custos mihi maximus adsis. Ergo ubi me in montes et in arcem ex urbe re
movi, (Quid prius illustrem Satiris Musáque pedestri ?) Nec mala me ambitio perdit, nec plumbeus Auster, Autumnusque gravis, Libitinæ quæstus acerbæ.
Matutine pater, seu Jane libentiùs audis, Unde homines operum primos vitæque labores Instituunt (sic Dis placitum) tu carminis esto Principium. Romæ sponsorem me rapis: Eia, Ne prior officio quisquam respondeat, urge: Sive Aquilo radit terras, seu bruma niyalem Interiore diem gyro trahit, ire necesse est. Postmodo, quod mi obsit, clarè certumque locuto, Luctandum in turbâ ; facienda injuria tardis. Quid vis, insane? et quas res agis ? improbus ur
Ver. 30. on this side Trent;] He was perpetually expressing his discontent at his Irish preferment, and forming schemes for exchanging it for a smaller in England ; and courted Queen Ca
! roline and Sir Robert Walpole to effect such a change. A negociation had nearly taken place between the Dean and a Mr. Talbot for the living of Burfield, in Berkshire. Mr. Talbot himself informed me of this negociation. Burfield is in the neighbourhood of Bucklebery, Lord Bolingbroke's seat.
Preserve, Almighty Providence !
In short, I'm perfectly content, Let me but live on this side Trent;
30 Nor cross the Channel twice a-year, - To spend six months with statesmen here.
I must by all means come to town, 'Tis for the service of the crown. “ Lewis, the Dean will be of use,
35 Send for him up, take no excuse. The toil, the danger of the seas; Great ministers ne'er think of these; Or let it cost five hundred pound, No matter where the money's found.
40 It is but so much more in debt, And that they ne'er consider'd yet.
“Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown, Let my Lord know you're come to town.” I hurry me in haste away,
45 Not thinking it is Levee-day; And find his Honour in a pound, Hemm’d by a triple circle round, Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green: How should I thrust myself between ? 50 Some wag observes me thus perplex'd And smiling, whispers to the next,
Iratis precibus; tu pulses omne quod obstat,
Ver. 82. And, Mr. Dean] Very happily turned from Si vis potes.
" I thought the Dean had been too proud,
I get a whisper, and withdraw:
This, humbly offers me his case-
To-morrow my appeal comes on,
my Lord Bolingbroke in mind,