"Can you match with me, "Who fend thirty-three? "I'll own you a strong cur*." This morning I'm growing by fmelling of yew fick; My brother 's come over with gold from Peru fick ; Last night I came home in a form that then blew fick ; This moment my dog at a cat I halloo fick ; I hear, from good hands, that my poor coufin Hugh's fick; By quaffing a bottle, and pulling a screw fick : And now there's no more I can write (you 'll excuse) fick You fee that I fcorn to mention word mufick. I'll do my beft, To fend the reft; I'll ftand the test. Thefe lines that I fend you, I hope you'll perufe fick ; I'll make you with writing a little more news fick ; Laft night I came home with drinking of booze fick ; My carpenter fwears that he 'll hack and he 'll hew fick : An officer's lady, I'm told, is tattoo-fick; I'm afraid that the line thirty-four you will view fick. Lord! I could write a dozen more; You fee, I 've mounted thirty-four. The lines" thus marked" were written by Dr. Swift, at the bottom of Dr. Helfham's twenty lines; and the following fourteen were afterwards added on the fame paper. N. T 3 EPI E P ON THE BUSTS I GR A M, IN RICHMOND HERMITAGE. 1732. "Sic fibi lætantur Docti." WITH honour thus by Carolina plac'd, How are thefe venerable buftoes grac❜d! ANOTHER. LEWIS the living learned fed, And rais'd the fcientific head: Our frugal Queen, to fave her meat, A CONCLUSION drawn from the above EPIGRAMS, and fent to the DRAPIER. SINCE Anna, whofe bounty thy merits had fed, Ere her own was laid low, had exalted thy head; And fince our good Queen to the wife is so just, To raife heads for fuch as are humbled in duft, I wonder, good man, that you are not envaulted; Pr'ythee, go and be dead, and be doubly exalted. DR. SWIFT'S ANSWER. HER majefty never shall be my exalter; * Newton, Locke, Clarke, and Woolafton. ΤΟ TO THE REVEREND DR. SWIFT. WITH A PRESENT OF A PAPER-BOOK FINELY BOUND ON HIS BIRTH-DAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1732. BY JOHN EARL OF ORRER Y. To thee, dear Swift, thefe fpotlefs leaves I fend; Small is the present, but fincere the friend. Think not fo poor a book below thy care; Who knows the price that thou canft make it bear? Yet, if a venal and corrupted age, And modern vices, fhould provoke thy rage; The fpangled covering, bright with fplendid ore, But lead us inward to thofe golden mines,.. VERSES LEFT 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 ferve a proud Ternian dame : And fometimes got within his door, But foon turn'd out to ferve the poor; Not ftroling Idleness to aid, But honeft Industry decay'd. M Alluding to 500l. a year lent by the Dean, without intereft, to poor tradefmen. F. At At length an artift purchas'd me, This done, to Hermes, I apply'd VERSE S OCCASIONED BY THE FOREGOING PRESENTS. A PAPER-BOOK is fent by Boyle, Too neatly gilt for me to foil, Delany fends a filver ftandish, When I no more a pen can brandifh. THE |