No, Doctor, you fhall be a Dean;
Two dozen canons round your stall,
And you the tyrant o'er them all:
You need but cross the Irish feas,
To live in plenty, pow'r, and ease.
Poor Swift departs; and, what is worse,
With borrow'd money in his purse;
Travels at least an hundred leagues,
And fuffers numberless fatigues..

SUPPOSE him now a Dean complete,
Devoutly lolling in his feat;

The filver virge, with decent pride,
Stuck underneath his cushion-fide;
Suppofe him gone thro' all vexations,
Patents, inftalments, abjurations,

Firft-fruits, and tenths, and chapter-treats;

go

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Dues, payments, fees, demands, and—cheats,

(The wicked laity's contriving

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To hinder clergymen from thriving).
Now all the Doctor's money's spent,

His tenants wrong him in his rent;
The farmers spitefully combin'd
Force him to take his tythes in kind :
And Parvifol* discounts arrears
By bills for taxes and repairs t.

107. -Oves furto, morbo periere capella;
Spem mentita feges, bos eft enectus arando;

The Dean's agent, a Frenchman.

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+ Upon Dr Swift's arrival in Ireland to take poffeffion of his deanery, he found the violence of party raging in that kingdom to the highest degree. The common people were taught to look upon him as a Jacobite; and they proceeded fo far in their dete Station, as to throw ftones and dirt at him as he paffed thro' the streets. The chapter of St Patrick's, like the reft of the kingdom, received him with great reluctance; they thwarted him in every point that he propofed. He was avoided as a peftilence; he was oppofed as an invader; he was marked out as an enemy to his country. Such was his first reception as Dean of St Patrick's.

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FOOR Swift, with all his loffes vex'd,
Not knowing where to turn him next,
Above a thousand pounds in debt,
Takes horfe, and in a mighty fret
Rides day and night at fuch a rate,
He foon arrives at Harley's gate;
But was fo dirty, pale, and thin,

Old Read * would hardly let him in.

SAID Harley, Welcome Rev'rend Dean ;
What makes your worship look so lean?
-Why, fure you wont appear in town
In that old wig and rufty gown?

813. Offenfus damnis, media de no&e caballumḥ
Arripit, iratufque Philippi tendit ad ades.

121. Quem fimul afpexit fcabrum intonfumque Philippus, Durus, ait, Voltei, nimis attentufque videris

Effe mihi.

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Fewer talents, and lefs firmness, must have yielded to fo outrageous an oppofition; fed contra audentior ibat. He had seen enough of human nature, to be convinced, that the paffions of low, selfinterested minds ebb and flow continually. They love they know not whom, they hate they know not why: they are captivated by words, guided by names, and governed by accidents. Sacheverel and the church had been of as great fervice to one party in the year 1710, as Popery and slavery were to the other in the year 1713. But, to fhew the ftrange revolutions in this world, "Dr. Swift, who was now the deteftation of the Irish rabble, lived to be afterwards the most abfolute monarch over them that ever governed men.

His firft ftep was, to reduce to reafon and obedience his Rev. brethren the chapter of St Patrick's: in which he fucceeded fo perfectly and fo fpeedily, that, in a short time after his arrival, not one member of that body offered to contradict him, even in trifies. On the contrary, they held him in the highest respect and veneration; fo that he fat in the chapter-house, like Jupiter in the fynod of the gods. Whether fear or conviction were e motives of fo immediate a change, I leave you to confider; but certain it is

Viro Phabi chorus affurrexerit omnis.

However, Swift made no longer a stay in Ireland, in the year 1713, than was requifite to establish himself as Dean, and to pafs thro' certain customs and formalities, or, to use his own words, -Thro' all vexations, &c. I. io1.-104. Orrery.

• The Lord Treasurer's porter.

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I doubt your heart is set on pelf
So much that you neglect yourself.

What! I suppose now ftocks are high,
You've fome good purchase in your eye;
Or is your money out at use?

Truce, good my Lord, I beg a truce,

(The Doctor in a paffion cry'd),

Your raillery is mifapply'd ;
Experience I have dearly bought;
You know I am not worth a groat:

But 'tis a folly to conteft

When you refolve to have your jeft ;

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Then, fince you now have done your worst,

Pray leave me where found me you

first*.

136. Quod te per genium, dextramque, deofque penates Obfecro, et obteftor, vita me redde priori..

HORACE, lib. 2. fat. 6. part of it imitated f. Written about the year 1713.

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'VE often wish'd, that I had clear
For life fix hundred pounds a-year,
A handfome houfe to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end,
A terras walk, and half a rood

Of land fet out to plant a wood.

1. Hoc erat in votis: modus agri non ita magnus, Hortus ubi, et telto vicinus jugis aquæ fons,

Et paulum filva fuper his foret.

* In England, where he seems by this poem to folicit a fettlement in the manner peculiar to himself. Hawkef.

+ This poem was written about the fame time with the preceding, and apparently with the fame view. Hawkef--It was afterwards enlarged by Mr Pope. See Warburton's edition of Pope's works, vol. iv.

WELL, now I have all this, and more,
I ask not to increase my ftore;

But fhould be perfectly content,
Could I but live on this fide Trent,
Nor cross the channel twice a year,
To fpend fix months with ftatefmen here.
I must by all means come to town,
'Tis for the fervice of the Crown.
"Lewis, the Dean will be of ufe ;
"Send for him up, take no excufe.”
The toil, the danger of the feas,
Great ministers ne'er think of these ;
Or, let it cost five hundred pound,
No matter where the money's found,
It is but fo much more in debt,
And that they ne'er confider'd yet.

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"Good Mr Dean, go change your gown,

"Let my Lord know you're come to town."

I hurry me in hàste away,

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;

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How should I thruft myself between ?
Some wag obferves me thus perplext,
And fmiling whifpers to the next,
"I thought the Dean had been too proud
"To justle here among a croud."

VOL. VI.

-Au&ius atque

Dii melius fecere.

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17. Sive Aquilo radit terras, feu bruma nivalem
Interiore diem gyro trahit, ire neceffe eft.

35. Quid vis, infane, et quas res agis? improbus urget,
Iratis precibus, tu pulfes omne quod obftat,
Ad Mecanatem memori fi mente recurras.
Hoc juvat, et melli est, non mentiar.—

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Another in a furly fit

Tells me, I have more zeal than wit;

"So eager to express your love,

"You ne'er confider whom you shove,
"But rudely prefs before a Duke."
I own, I'm pleas'd with this rebuke,
And take it kindly meant to show

What I defire the world should know.

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"Without your help the cause is gone."

The Duke expects my Lord and you

About fome great affair at two

"Put my Lord Bolingbroke in mind.
"To get my warrant quickly fign'd:
"Confider, 'tis my first requeft."
Be fatisfy'd, I'll do my beft:
Then presently he falls to teafe,

"You may for certain, if you please ;
"I doubt not, if his Lordship knew-

And, Mr Dean, one word from you;". 'Tis (let me fee) three years and more (October next it will be four)

44. -Aliena negotia centum » Per caput et circa faliunt latus.

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--Savis, potes, addit et inftat.

63. Septimus octavo propior jam fugerit annus,

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